Tue, 02/17/2015 - 13:07 -- JEFFREY



These are their talks,

My Mouth is full of words, yet I can’t speak

My eyes are full of vision, yet I can’t see

My feet’s are full of directions, yet I can’t walk

My hands are full of good works, yet I can’t work.


Am left alone with inability,

I can’t build my life around Capabilities,


But now stop, and see me in the future,

I ‘m going to help you fly high than vulture,

Going to be so important like living room furnitures

Without me there will be spaces in your houses



But never mine,

My brother man,

He has given u mind to think about me

Take me serious

Am Action so think about me.

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