Written by: Charles Ayitey

The routine life of nature,
makes a lone like me
dread in boredom
 seeing the clouds of the sky,
always moving to and fro,
to a wonderland 
 I ever wish to be,
life looks so lonely,
 in this tImes only
to find my life,
abandoned by the
intrigue of life.
I only stand still,
to view the moon
stand still,
in the range of the skies,
high o'er the hills
          of horizon.
the routine stand of life,
redefines the native stress of life,
into o single booklet of wits.
Life is routine.....................
  the routine life of nature,
makes me drown in anxiety,
waiting for the fates of open gates.