SIXTH SENSE

I know this tingling feeling
I know this precipitous awe that
Has crept on me
I’ve been down this lane before

I know I got no cushion to break my stumble
None to have my back
I cuss my bad luck
Every day that fares
Except thankful I discern

Attacks aimed at me
Miss by a wee
For I’m swift to duck

When you get beat a lot
It fosters development of a sixth sense
A sense that tingles
When peril draws near

I’m lone in this journey
Gotta watch out for number one If I don’t
I know none will

I’ve lost countless wars on the way
Except the battle still raves
My armoury mediocre
But only for a moment
I evolve
I learn
And in time I’ll triumph.

Muzamir