Strayed Arrow

There’s a Swahili adage that goes ‘Mshale ulioingia msituni haujapotea’ An arrow that has been cast (shot/strayed) into the forest is not lost I guess this is one of those arrows ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ As usual, it’s yet another crow of the neighbour’s cock Gotta wake up, the dawn will soon be gone... and another day too will be gone But today, I really don’t feel up to it all And to pretend that I do will be a pointless struggle The same thing every day All day long Today I think from this routine I should fall Perhaps I may pay a visit to my friendly monkeys down in the valley Perhaps I’ll go to that spot by the river And watch the crocodiles basking in the sun Or I could go further up and say hi to the hippos and crown birds Or I should just go to the forest I might say hi to a gazelle, a giraffe or a zebra I’m sure I’ll be inspired to strum a beautiful piece on my guitar Even the trees need to hear my music Or I could go and climb that hill over there It’ll give me a chance to refresh my mind Also seeing my territory down below might remind me why I’m Wiseton Prins When my thoughts have been distilled I might go take a swim down in the lake And on my favourite stone I’ll sit in the sun to dry All the while hoping my favourite mermaid would dare light of day And come up to say hi It’s been quite a while since she and I conversed And to think I dreamt of her the night before last Sometimes I wish she could really come to life Then she’d be perfect to be my wife Oh, this mortal love has a tendency to scratch deep in my heart Makes me bleed most of the time Nowadays I’m suspicious of every sugar laced smile cast my way by a beautiful girl For if I say yes to her delight Today in my life she’ll be the sun, moon and the star Tomorrow she’d be the vampire who defies the dark Sucking all happiness out of my life, turning the peaceful movie of my life into horror Why can’t I ever find true love that lasts through time I’m tired of all these sugar-coated love with nothing but hot pepper inside Good thing is, today I’m gonna take a pause Break away from the flow Good thing is my arrows have been shot into the jungle of dreams And a good hunter or gather is bound to find its kill or its keep And the finesse of its make is bound in some degree to impress Damn, what the heck have I been talking about Uh, I’ll go over it tomorrow Where’s my guitar... don’t forget the pad and pen