My heart craves for things before me.
Things I can't feel nor see.
My heart craves.

My heart racing like Stephen kiptotic
Ready for the finish line.
Amidst the fury and desires of my contenders.
Fans cheering anxiously and hopefully...
Cheering Tekxi...Tekxi...!
Heads up, septic of victory.


Alas! i heard a voice,
Subtle in d mist of my skepticism
"Just believe put your heads up,
And run through you will get there."

Amidst my troublE heart laying in the desert of fear
Sprang forth spring of hope,
In my weakness I gained My strength.
Settled with nothing but to meet Destiny.
My vision became my priority,
My priority became My crave.

As I ran swiftly heads up,
Hands gliding through the air to and fro
Like the wings of an eagle.
I ran like I wont stop running...
Echoes. .. Tekxi... Tekxi...Tekxi...
With the claps on a batting...
Courage arose,
Never'll I settle for nothing less but victory. ..

Alas... victorious ...
As I passed the finish line with grandeur...
Smiles and cheers
Written like a letter
On faces of spectators...
With admiration. ..

my heart craves for nothing but victory.

what does your heart craves for?

By: Benwari Tekena