Now I stager and fail
I try even harder but I faint
Friends look at me and hate
I try to explain, but words drained.
‘I just need some time’ I prayed
If only they knew my shade
Of beautiful colors, blue even orange
They would wish for a brush to paint.
Rather than gaze and mock my tale
But, I’ll wait and watch myself reign
Cos I’ve got time to try more even again.
For I’ve been called to rule and more so to REIGN.
Just as how the string of my tale was played.
Over and over, just to make me pay
For a story I wish I knew how to say.
This is to tell that my tale has no tail.
But I am sure my time will come to stay.
And I will play it again, and more so for your gain.
One day, just very soon my tale will grow a tail.
(A tale with no tail- a story with no end)