“Realism On The Surface”


My inadequacy stand firm and tall
As the eye of the needle,
So is my predetermination large
As Zuma Rock.

Though I thread the surface softly!
Doubt banished to oblivion.
Striding with triumphant trumpet
Though not loud to insensitivity

But melodious in
The rhythm of certainty
Radiating in the
Beauty of realism.

That, no matter what
It look like!
There will be justification
Of the outcome,
By the measure
Of intent and input.