25 grudnia 2011
Its all in the mind
Raised in a country like mine where to be revolutionary is,
the only fashion of the gods.
I was raised to be a prince among them walking alone,
towards spiritual roads.
Too much hatred in my mind yet forced to sing the tune of love.
The cruel world down only fortunate to remain above.
I refused to believe in their dogma which is so small,
than my cause.
My heart race with time that I am blinded,
from their pulse.
I know how it feels to be African than,
Charles understood evolution.
We are more than humans because we are every,
aspect God’s creation.
Everything’s existence was channelled in life dominion.
Building castles in the air from dirty thoughts,
from rare imagination .
My passion is fed by my hunger more than my hatred,
starved by my anger.
A shipment of sea of ideas from deeper thoughts,
with no anchor.
It’s a highway of love yet only fixed to a corridor of hope.
I will continue to live even when my heart stop.
I will never stop until I reach the top.
Anyway who can understand it more than me?
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