The poem is about not minding the naysayers and focusing on the horizon of success
| A Poem
Osere Nyamora Vincent
Ears veiled, though the sound still audible, the noise deafening, find your comfort zone for this ain't your game, you were meant for nothing, you are weak and of no good, a piercing pain, an inflicting noise to endure yet still ears veiled.
How long to hold? A dream chased into the wind
Let go!! A thought across a mind determined to beat the noise; A heart punctured, too patched to pump it looks, but yet again the threads of hope and minding own gives the reason for ears veiled.
Ears veiled, far a step goes, no rainy day is too much to endure, no sunny day is too hot to stand, yet again the pain converts to fuel, a future of believe so clear and a heart of a lion you need; for tomorrow your ears must be veiled or a mirage the horizon success remains