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Makoura


Makoura is me,

I am Makoura

I live in an oval 

Full of eight lanes

With one big heart

Many people wish to live here 

But not many are willing 

To make the sacrifice 

and work it takes,

No one understands my dreams,

But god didn't give them my vision

I drive for perfection

Nothing less 

I dream of rings 

But not the ones you wear

But the ones displayed in

Blue, yellow,green,red,and black 

For the world to see

How successful i can be,

And have the chance to honor my country

With a gold 

With faith determination,

All things are possible.

 

 

 

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