Don't allow snail to run a race for you
If you want to run a race,
Run like the spider
Don't just sweat
Because some men sweat without running.
Your dream today
Was my clergyman's dream yesterday
Your prayer tomorrow is like a toy in the hands of another man
The hut that covers you,
The crown in your forehead,
& the horse tail at hand have caused many kneels peeling in the mountain
There is no new poem on earth
All the poems have been written
Only new reflections exist.
There is no new future
But the earnest prayer is that you dream new dream tomorrow.