The Journey Of No Destination Poem by Okunola Peace

It all started on a wintry day
With cold skin and dull eyes;
The sun rose in the west like a god
Riding the tide of nature.

The spirit was dull and weary
And temper hot with sleepy eyes
Aye! The young man was weary of life's hope
As he wallow in heap of failures.

In his cottage the size of a hut
He dreamt of cities full of wonders
With him at the peak of excellence,
Bathing in the adulation of men.

He started the day with hopes high
Pasting a false smile on his face
That has shed the softness of a child
And the fatness of a lazy man.

He was wrong and he paid in blood,
In time spent on hopeless fantasies
For the world has become a battlefield
Soaked in the injustice of the rich.

The night sleeps and the day rise again in glory
And Like a Phoenix reborn from the ashes of his mistakes
The man grabbed his things not more than a bag
And started the journey of no end.

The day unveils all her grandeur
As the man walks the path of redemption
For the chains of yesterday has been broken
And a new day has unfurl its wings.

The young man sing: o! Land of mystery
Hear my voice that shall be louder still
As I make my way towards your land of beauty;
Do not turn your back to me
For what I say is true.

©Okunola Peace
~August 2018.