The Rug

Written by: Ugo Anaele

As Several look all the way up And stare at the sky Some will ask what and how Others will ask what and why. What must I do to get there And how long will it take? What did I do wrong, Why me oh fate? Because as several look up And see the birds fly, They'll also see those On their magic carpet ride. Those with patience or smarts, Or just a pure stroke of luck. They obtained their carpet To rise and soar above. So as several excrete blood, sweat, and tears Working their fingers to the bone. Day-in day-out They sew sew sew. Putting their souls into the dream Hoping one day to take flight On the magic carpet, Destination: the good life.