Roller coaster- Ian “wordsmith” Munywe

Shuffling of many a feet in the street, sighing reluctantly in this awful road.
As we draw closer to alien things, what we saw before not in sync,
Far so far we have trod, even afar we must not stop to thirst.

Events as they present, to decipher remains quite a task,
A glance back then now and then, we best infer to servour past,
Rising to coos and hoots drawn, chilly down with eyes heavy so worn,
Constant transit out of outskirts, rampant activity spits in skirts,
Endeavour wherever however, whatsoever, sole goal to gain favour,
Far so far we have trod, even afar we must not stop to thirst.

Unprecedented as they took place, unexpected an understatement with sentiment,
Walking past long left gates, reading and writing again embraced,
Opportunities widely come across, gross charge mostly for better,
Rekindles acquaintance after enough sunsets, cease of quite dramatic audience in occurrence,
Far so far we have trod even afar we must not stop to thirst.

Looming sunrise inevitably so, dimming light at the end of a tunnel,
Arbiter remains key to be, aspiration maintains so we shall see,
Dreams and visions a regular, a manifestation of favor from above,
Amidst good and evil, an envisioned mortal is seen for tomorrow,
Far as far we have trod, even afar we must not stop to thirst.