X-RAYS OF ACE MEMORIES FROM THE LIGHT RAYS OF THE PRESENT

I trace back not to set backs but youthful trays of delight,

X-rays of the past from the present sprays of the light,

We're in a constant move to face life's next phase,

We don't base at the base; our place is the palace

An alphabetical gaze at the future that we chase,

Life is in progression; after jays come the kays,

Kingly mace comes after the haze; we won't be dazed for all our days,

We graze the maize of wisdom in the maze of growth

Ace memories of the past that stays to flower the present,

A case still featured in the vase which the future presents,

We brace the present to embrace the featured future;

Experiential rays of wisdom raise us over what our eyes glazed over

Mama prays and says I won't be caught up in the craze

Of those not on life's swing, seen on the wings of hang over;

It can't be game over when I race with life's Range Rover,

I chase my dreams unseen but my running shoe is seen on scene

Mama says chase your dreams, so I sleep with my running shoes clean,

High-spirited mode or Ghost mode; my running shoes are seen;

I don't daydream but I dream while awake

Swung high into the sky, you will soon see me with the rainbow.
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Photo Credits: Mai