Above I lie,
casting shadows of a dark cloud.
I am boundless,
I thrive in the minds of the timid and meek.
I am formidable,
a force to reckon with.
I flow like the wind, startling mortar and bricks.
I am abstract, a shadow of my own being.
I thrive in a world,
where my victims wallow in the murky waters of oblivion.
Complex is my surname.
My middle name is distress.
Proud of my roots and lineage,
my family tree is deeply rooted in your emotion.
I flow like the wind,
bold,
unseen,
sifting through nature and haunted by your vision.
I lay,
in a lack of awareness of the other side,
where doom, gloom and occasionally euphoria linger.
In the eyes of men, the grass might be greener,
or hued like that of the African plains.
Her strides crumble, at the sight of what awaits,
but she shakes off her worries, and sets sail
on a journey of hope and confidence.
casting shadows of a dark cloud.
I am boundless,
I thrive in the minds of the timid and meek.
I am formidable,
a force to reckon with.
I flow like the wind, startling mortar and bricks.
I am abstract, a shadow of my own being.
I thrive in a world,
where my victims wallow in the murky waters of oblivion.
Complex is my surname.
My middle name is distress.
Proud of my roots and lineage,
my family tree is deeply rooted in your emotion.
I flow like the wind,
bold,
unseen,
sifting through nature and haunted by your vision.
I lay,
in a lack of awareness of the other side,
where doom, gloom and occasionally euphoria linger.
In the eyes of men, the grass might be greener,
or hued like that of the African plains.
Her strides crumble, at the sight of what awaits,
but she shakes off her worries, and sets sail
on a journey of hope and confidence.
( Arnold Wafula )
www.ChordsAZ.com