Zolani Nkomo

(15/06/1995 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Tired Smile


Tired Smile
Peaceful Sleep
It's Been A While
Tell Me Tales To Keep
Paint Pictures For Me To Dream
I'm Getting Tired Of Counting Sheep
How The Soul Withers
When It's Away From Fulfilment and Truth
Lying Here An Old Man
Today I Was A Callous Youth
I Drank From a Fountain
The Effects Of The Illusion Elixar Have Warn Off
This Is No Longer The Reality I Came From
Why Isn't Life How I Had Envisioned
Apparently Time Was Opportunity
That Always Some How Baffled Me
You're Young But You're Not Going To Be Young Forever
I Still Want a Childhood I Can Remember
I Have To Create Memories
So I Could Have Influenced The Stories To Be Told Of Me

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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