Love is really never lost, love for one person or a thing can be transmuted into love for another.
Napoleon H.
I am mgang, a collection of diverse attributes, but despite that, i have one passion, a drive, an impetus that makes it unerringly possible for my different and strange attributes to converge at one point for one goal, one god, one gold.
You can say that i am a gang, even though i have no gun, but i do have a goal. A goal to score good for my collective gain. Strange as that may sound but true i have found my strength.
I strive towards my gold, not looking back, urging on towards my goal, but my strength wearies me soon, my pace lingers too slow and my resolve has no result. I debated for a way, i ruminated for a pay, lo and behold it culminated in my insult, there was no result.
Where are my attributes, strange we may be, but strong we have been. Together we have laughed, together we did learned, but i can see no goal, away is my god and my gold. I tarried for a piece, but my peace hurried on to seek for a place and i found succour like a stream in a steem.
My love for steem is not strange, my strength in my goal anew. Steemit for steem and god for gold. My gold might have suffered death, strange as it might be but my gold has resurrected in steem.
Me, a gang lives on steem, still without a gun yet striving with a renewed steam, urging on with steemit until the mint hits my stream.
