Echoes of Joy in waiting
The believed barriers perceived
Preparation keen and pessimism halved
Worth perfected

The mere consideration of failing
The time pending
The years spent
But never provide a repeat

So hard the lips tell
No mouth can envisage
How inevitable it maybe yet another year
For in demand, supply is truncated

We all long for higher education
We all want to stand tall
In it, Future is seen beautiful
Yet not all is equipped for convocation

Time lingers
Trials profited
Pushed to dwell among kings
But fails to pick his shoes

Instead, the society crop our benefits
They cause eclipse of our studies
Creating a tomorrow only within the walls
Still starve us of life outside
Making us regret the basket years while our mates reflect the future.

written by: Obainoscope

SalvationMopol:
Echoes of Joy in waiting
The believed barriers perceived
Preparation keen and pessimism halved
Worth perfected

The mere consideration of failing
The time pending
The years spent
But never provide a repeat

So hard the lips tell
No mouth can envisage
How inevitable it maybe yet another year
For in demand, supply is truncated

We all long for higher education
We all want to stand tall
In it, Future is seen beautiful
Yet not all is equipped for convocation

Time lingers
Trials profited
Pushed to dwell among kings
But fails to pick his shoes

Instead, the society crop our benefits
They cause eclipse of our studies
Creating a tomorrow only within the walls
Still starve us of life outside
Making us regret the basket years while our mates reflect the future.

written by: Obainoscope

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