Yaz last night Andilelang
I have been turning and tossing, turning and tossing
Repeating the same thing, like Usain Bolt running that’s how my heart was beating
Just like a poor billionaire, my mind couldn’t stop thinking
In the left side of my brain which I call the leftwing
It’s were judge-mind was doing the questioning
The question was whether I choose my mom and family or I choose the one I am loving
Recklessly my mind start spinning with no chances of stopping
Around 9pm I decided to take a nap. Hoping that my dreams might help, as I geographically correctly landed in Thongo Land I conformed the map.
I landed in my heart which just like the Big-whole in Kimberly had a huge gap.
Argg I thought it was just the reflection of darkness in my eyes creating a trap.
From the middle to the bottom my heart had an empty space.
Even a best PI would never find its trace.
As it disappeared into thin air like a lighting in a race.
I couldn’t believe it so I said my grace.
Hoping that when I get up I could make a right decision
Which in every choice I make, I would be losing
My mind went insane, no homosexuals this was straight delusion
The question which is choosing was so confusing
Clearly I was a patriot of confusion without solution
In conclusion with such a matter I don’t have a solution...
#SPOKEN_WORD
Luka Noble-Son Thiago Leth'nosa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem