AM I NOT BORN FOR GREATNESS, WHY ME? By Emmanuel Damelare Micheal
Oooohh... Why me? Am I not born to be great? I feel empty and weary, My plans are still tight on air, Self-heartened, not adjusting. Things are getting worst and tougher; like I'm not saved, as if I'm not destined to be great. Why me? Is it that I had no visions to supersede my mission for it to be accomplished? This road seems coarse and unrefined, Like I'm not distinct to be on the right path. I see danger crossing my boundary. Am I not born for greatness? It seems I lack potentials And the zeal to flourish my dreams, That way, I'm still left behind. Why me? I feel lonely all day long. My efforts are all in vain; unproductive. No one to cater for me, I feel frozen at all words said to me. Oooohh... Why me? Am I not saved to be great? People don't see a change in me. Am I not an optimum of progress? But all men could see and say is failure. I feel upset al