Trapped, Alone

Failure to plan on your part Doesn’t mean an emergency on my part That is what today over the radio I heard And as sharp as an arrow in my heart it stung Now it’s almost a month Since on the boat of chance I jumped ...hoping for luck I’d heard enough of my big dreams banging my head Now here I am, so worried of what’s ahead I know all about that positivity stuff In fact I write about it trying to earn some cash But man, how tough it is to live off art in this part of Africa The society looks at me with suspicious eyes for they do not understand I am a lone ranger in a range full of cons I am a range rover in a range full of thorns I try my best to improve my all But always to reality’s end I fall short Sometimes I wish to be back to the home that didn’t foster my hope Sometimes I wish to be helped by the dad I’ve never known But all the time life shouts upon me the reality that I’m alone Oh, I know I gotta stay to fulfil my purpose ...but sometimes I wish I was gone