If you found me harrowing my wakes,
busy lifing myself to age;
Acknowledge that i have finally reached my stage
If you found me thirsty and raddled;
soulless dark mind gleaming over life's broken lines
Don't pester me!
I'm learning how to read my mind for to read i know not
Before life consigned me to break-point in humanness,
I habitated the Basekgoma terrain for impossible decades
Now not only am I raking over the old coals,
I'm having most of me to myself
If you found me somewhere
In a place somewhat heavenly and somehow hellish
Don't rob me of last lively smiles
For to heaven or hell i have never been
If you found me golden and ripe
but a little bit bitter and agrestic
Don't plug me off with the same question
And don't forget not to
If you do-I'm afraid!
I'm afraid you will get the same response.