A life stow away
Cast into oblivion
Consumed by anger, amused in wonder
Running a race never to be finished.
Bold but tongue loose
A depressed idealist.
Thoughts crisscrossing ones mind.
Let it go and move along.
Late is the history, battling to let it rest
Heavy is the act,
Nested are the feelings, every sad song mastered lyrics.
Sir. George Githunguri
© Sep 2017