Thoughts in Fall (2)

Once again I hear the beats of my weary thoughts today
The resonance of my lonely soul ponding under my breath
I am far from the rivers that used to soothe my juvenile feet
I am deep in the jungle of faces that will never see my lushly land
In this new icy city where I pitched my hopeful tent that placid winter
Wait! Will my dog even hear me from this eccentric woodland?
Please, will I ever feel the love of my childhood folly?
Oh miss you Tetembula! The ground where my dusty feet found love!
Now you are not any different from the world around you
Your surface is now filled with misty concreate from hell
Sometime tears flow just from the smell of corn in spring
The sight of a farm and feel of a crusty coconut shell
My soul is tied to the land of the blazing sun for ever
But my spirit is such an unrepentant traveler
The more I feed my spirit, the farther it takes me from home
The more I empty my soul, the more I am dragged back to my youth
Oh I wish that day will come! That calm serene of the evening view
When we all can sit around in the dark at night with a lantern lit
Free spirit, full of hope and never doubting the future
Today I stare across the Fraser and it hits me!
Life is just a journey and this is just the beginning!


Omo-Ekun, Ilu-Nla