I Am Bit Mad, Amn't I? Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Last year, time like this,
Wind smelled like berries,
I was bit free
I grew like a tree-
Acacia by path of virtues
I'm here toiling with vices

dilemma got a surprise,
suspense to a compromise,
Everything me to sacrifice,
I have tripped,
I have flopped....

... Wait...

OH, just like that...
What did I write about?
May be, Nothing...
May be, Something...
Then, I am bit mad
Then, why God?

... Well...

I am better than me,
That blazing flame,
Burning deep down,
In own game of pawn!