Asante

I keep ringing your phone Only to get back the last memory again A voice frilled with youth Laughing at the old man's obstinacy One day you shall wish to find In the centripetal torment of the world I still pray for you That his promise to you only good And not evil Through all your unmeasured out days Will be more obstinate than my love. I once rocked you from side to side And know more days with you still That any journal Written between coffee break and lunch Or long nights of absences and lies To the empty heart supplied. When you remember this and call May lips not be sealed Under some slab by a concrete wall I just want to hear your voice ring In my heart once again ii Are you whole yet Or you still afraid of shadows Painted by your regrets In the minds of crowds? Can you make a fool of yourself And love the way The world laugh with you in a silly moment Can you be yourself And be proud of who you are And your freedom not to follow some script Of self appropriateness? I tell you there is no success Like the maturity Self fruitfulness from that resourcefulness Of acceptance Of self and the world As different places in similar times.