The Deal Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

What the deal? twas just like air rubbing and brushing my face. Getting this journey of real deal long way coming ain't it. It's like am constrained upon the check of time right now i don't even know what time is it. Probably a keen gaze at the sun would culminate to a perfect timing like we rolling this reel movies. Who's the actor that ain't no question anymore been there done that till the walk told it all. Gone is the thought of amassing upon thousands see where we going. Though the foremost did it all this is the last of a living breed. Its not even scary its encouraging grab me an old tape lets start the sound of times. O how I wanna be from the old ages when the living of the catalyst. Say goodbye is always the thought of the passing by with the age factor taking its course. Journeying like birds they fly upon the unravel of times. I feel sick!