State of Mind

By: Frank Mpazanje (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2016
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Petrified in a Monday emotion.

flowing with uncertainty and boredom.

I contemplate on the yesterday that I can’t present to the present. as if to gift myself would be an affront to universal health, for my wealth is on Santa’s naughty list, and coal is all I get to colour my soul.

Maybe I am just being cynical, "looking through Foggy glass", and I just have to evaporate the over exaggerated smoke, and poke my head out into the supposed sun light, take flight, and see to what height I can rise; before, the lord of the flies catches up to my hide, and forces me to hide, but even though. I do not feel fear; I should be clearly scared, but even with my dank, dark, mind; I find, that someone sees a light that resides inside.

a friend;
with them I can defend against my trend to blend the resplendent with the unpleasant until its bland.
thank you my friend,
you all have changed my human condition, and given me the ambition to envision the yesterday I, so longed for, and have gifted me with the present.
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