Search For Truth
In my quest for eternal truth
I groped to the mountain peak
There i abandoned myself to the
Arms of mystical experience
In the arms of euphoric diversities
I met an angel called happy ignorance
With his pocomania soutane
As white as the heavenlies
He showed me a map
But the map itself is wrapped strange language
Nay we were confuse
In our quest to unravel the Path
We met several paths
Hence we became more confuse
Even my companion was more confuse
In the finality of my goose-chase
I became as cold as Moscow
But then Nirvana remains an illusory search.
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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