It takes not a moment to write a poem
When the odds are in your favour
But to write without knowing when to shout
For attention is to know it is flawed.
I will not be then and there, I will be them as to know it
But do not flaunt for it is about to be then and then only
That I shall be the only kid to leave
I want to be able to make it to the top
But it is about to be flaunted with the range
Of ideas that do I need? No I don’t
I don’t know when I shall be able to make it to then.
I do know this: I want to make it.