Route Poem by KOMBE SAKWE KOFI

As my steps increased, I loose track to my route,
Like a track star, hope of winning at the finish,
Rise as a phoenix, taught they could count me out,
I know nothing, can't tell about the egg and the chicken.



No fold on my eyes, all I can see is darkness,
My conscience hunts my desires for the truth,
Light in the tunnel, my sight is priceless
Wireless I'm connected deep down to my root.



Before the ides of March I be the triumphant,
My intuition holds the canvas better than da Vinci,
Black and white vision, Capricorn, I climb high,
Monalisa in a museum, my Dejavu a masterpiece.


Me, Myself and I, should never cast the stone,
Take a trip down memory lane, play your life,
My ego big like I should be sitting on a throne,
The sun rise from the east and sets on the west.