The paper..it's the only friend
on this earth that will always give me
the chance to start again...
and again...and again...and again...
so the pendulum retraces its home,
the time melts,
the lights are killed by ignorance,
and darkness takes over,
the darkness of the mirror
I sail my ships back to childhood,
I see the fame, the boy that
everyone called.. good.. humble...respectful
...peaceful...reserved,
the boy that was talkative,
always living with a flare of excitement,
but then a conviction proceeds
and I become a slave to everyone's words;
is it this I want or that?
the words have cracked, bruised and battered the transparence,
my mind fights the war of clarity,
and the mirror cries;
So I tun my back on the fast velocity
and try to trace my roots;
and the mirror cries;
my mind fights the war of clarity
the words have cracked, bruised and battered the transparence,
is it this I want or that?
and I become a slave to everyone's words;
but then a conviction proceeds
always living with a flare of excitement
the boy that was talkative
reserved...peaceful...respectful
...humble...good...
I see the fame, the boy that
everyone called,
I sail my ships back to childhood
the darkness of the mirror,
and the darkness takes over,
the lights are killed by ignoracne,
the time melts,
so the pendulum retraces its home
and again..and again..and again...
the chance to start again
on this earth that will always give me,
the paper...it's the only friend.
By Kakraba Afful