De-graft, from now on

the paper is your only friend,

you no nothing else,

but the paper,

your eyes must be sealed

to reduce foolishness

Forget, just rewind everything,

turn it white, blank,

you don't need voices to confuse you,

it's getting even worse,

you were indecisive to this extent,

but it's increasing everyday

now you even getting more worthless

All your ghanaian friends will be disappointed

when they find out the one

most of them looked up to

just doesn't know himself

Too many mistakes, my boy,

too many mistakes,

just burn everything in the fire

De-graft, just start again,

don't look back,

your father is already disappointed,

your mother has a little hope,

and again you're by yourself

All again...the mind trails in confusion,

with endless imagination,

you've wasted the first eigthteen years

of your life

remember, you're by yourself,

you absorb people's perception too much,

first, you don't accept correction,

okay, that's wrong,

but now, you have to be audically ignorant,

extremely audically ignorant,

to decrease the confusion

The paper,

the only friend that gives me

the chance to start all over again,

the frustration is just too much,

you are a disappointment to your parents,

father, especially

Start again,

right now forget,

erase the past,

write a new story

of yourself.

                                  By Kakraba Afful