Not a Lost One

NOT A LOST ONE Me, I am not. Long, long ago When they bought my head, and dice it in flames Pulling the hairs by the strands, teaching me far a mile from tradition Thinking doing me a good, than harm I endure Now my house on fire, A bucket beside the well Yet never know how to splash and starve a crazy rage So waning off here, here all my desires and aims Into an age I should have build my own way I throw my twine out to you catch it by the other end Draw me back into the lane Home into my senses Free from the nooks of been sold to strange consciousnesses Where I knew not, I spat on my own grave of grace. (c) Lamptey Godson K 27 th, Dec. 2011. Away from home.