Two weeks crossed after your’s truly passed
a mystery thats the visa of life
moving ahead trying to keep my head
about things beyond the glorious past.
Looking back forward, strange bedfellows; in a sense
revelling in my past conquests.
Tears flowing the winds are blowing
taking me farther ahead.
Unlike the past of forefathers, cast
in the ships sailing; leaving bated breaths.
A car to the port where air planes flow
taking people to lands listed.
Lost and found, some memories abound
of childhood friends. Leaving home with lots to atone,
guilt has become my daily bread. Proceed I must,
Irrespective of lust of adventures in my head.
Therefore I leave, for dollars and greed,
to a land I vowed to never step. Alas behold
my shame unfold, naked till my evening’s deed.
I hope this is no goodbye indeed.