I grew up to a man
Wandering like a boy
Look-in for impossible possibility
Chasing the emptiness like fullness
Seeking wisdom as if man's own it...
Searching for answers to no question
Trailing my shadow in the dark
Ignorance grows in my backyard like a weed that has no root
My brain forget the essence of life
I bury myself in the shadow of others
Coming out with the best I can but the cloud is not clear to see the future
Maybe sea will bring new breeze
Rather the tree will dance to the new tune
The sands of time rolls off quickly
There no time left to dreaming anymore...waking up to real reality.
no time left to dreaming, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Kayode thnx for sharing