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
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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