Worring about those things man
Live for are things we all die for
And mainly they are things our
Heart akins after.
I ve seen things many seek in the
Hands of nobody with young mind
He play ahead with things thousand
Had die for in time past
Rings like all had happened before
Just like all is coming back to us
Against our odds
Timing all odds against those things
We all desire,
Shows nothing in our minds as we
Die away and our choices lay unsatisfied
Look deeply into the dust, in those clay
And soil we find sources of re-continuity
Lay the remains of thousands agitating
Ancestor. To their bones we build pillars
Of our houses,
They are dust and their pain die along
Side with them thousands of year ago
But the taste of their desire still live with
Us in our houses as we build in them
Time will never stop ticking against
Those things their die for
As all our body are stained with dust
That speedy their chance to reincarnate
In us again as a living being.
All Rights Reserved. (C) Uzochukwu Bright Nsiegbe. Nov.3. 2015
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