Sad Bye Soupians

My heart is heavy My mind is clouded My world has darkened I pursued my heart's desire with all zest But I've come to a point where I'm forced to rest Fate has decided that I'm not worthy of life's best tastes I tried to run away with all my might But now I realize from mediocrity I had but merely run a mile Now I've been recaptured to be imprisoned in the realm of poverty I know myself and I know that all is not lost I still trust my heart shall find a way to beat again But I now have to contend with the fact my work is not of my world It has been so gratifying to be amongst you ...a wonderful people of understanding and appreciation How I wish I lived in your world, for I am not free in mine Now I prepare to go back to my dark world Hoping to one day escape to a better reality Where optimism and happiness shall be the normality My freedom here in the city afforded me a touch of modernity But now I am forced to go back to the rural reality Where thoughts and perceptions are as backward as the reality I go back to a world rampant with hatred and jealousy A world ruled by mediocrity, scepticism and pessimism A world to which I will never belong, not in a million eons Only property I take with me is my guitar ...and a computer I doubt if I'll ever use again My anger is only to God for committing me to such cruelty Now I understand why most poets end before their time For even I feel so tempted to fly away into immortality But I am so young and I still believe in chance I will escape again to this positive world, that is for sure Even if it takes a decade or a lifetime A day shall surely come when I'll be free This is not a mere play with words It is the reality of a twenty four year old African genius Wishing for his world to even come to end in an instant What merit is in striving and failing an inch short of your dreams' reach Perhaps I am only still young and I will timely learn But why does life have to be this cruel and painful I am going but I'll never stop believing in a better reality I will never stop striving for better dreams I will never stop encouraging kids to be better than they are ...for I know fully well the pain of not being the best I know the pain of living in regrets I know the misery of being ambitious in a small world Now I'm going back to a small town built of small dreams Mhm, my Lord I can't believe you let this happen to me After all these years of my being faithful to thee ...LONG LIVE POETRYSOUP. BYE.