So so interesting
Like the first one I wrote
I dropped it at the back of my hands
Now I can't get it off my mind
I scratched my papers
To give me memories of a better tomorrow
With a better understanding
Riding along with the wingless angels
We've rolled through imaginations
Set back into the future history
Both beauties of my testimonies spoken
Touching the later world of now
Who can I convince more
When the youths listen to love songs of old
Take me back to where I belong
Where we speak languages and it's camouflaged
They do not understand me anymore
Crystal clear I'm the lost one in a lame man's world
And what I do, I'm about losing it
I'll fight the fight of survival and grow old with it
Because I was born to do it
Poetry is where I belong

©Bernard Otumun, June 2003