There was a struggle to find my way
out of the forest that surrounded my mind
it seemed a tremendous task in achieving
my aim and desire which was my objective
to find a way forward in my miserable mind
my life was my gift and a foundation of my
problematic travails that I couldn\'t
mention in a society of privileged folks
and prison couldn\'t contain me but suffered
the consequences of my actions as I was
offered a cup of tears to comfort me in my
campaign to sail for freedom and was never
honoured for what I couldn\'t achieve, my
redemption and salvation was never recorded
in the book of life and I lived beyond time
that gave me to trust in my life, nothing
could comfort me like my soul, that my life
would come to my rescue in the depth
of the earth, the earth is my prize that has
no limits in which I toil and sweat causing
me to understand the meaning of life and
in which I struggle to obtain the limits of my
expectations that surface before me as I
find love which is unsearchable however
much I try to gain treasures that come into
existence, the older you become the greyer
you appear as a record of life is upon your
temple of good age that remains your symbol
that can\'t be removed from your eyes of
wisdom that consoles the soul of life, nothing
can escape from your life and as it is meant to
be is what the clouds are meant to offer, that
is the underlying proposition that each and
every life has a beginning and an end that
death doesn\'t justify a beginning of life, the
clouds have authority over grass that wither
in the deafening heat which speak in different
tongues and languages to which no one has
any understanding, having a possession of a
coin doesn\'t mean you have possession of life
which means man will not live his life on a coin
alone, life is like a structure well built that stands
and towers on a steep hill, that becomes the envy
of the world, man has no authority over the sun\'s gaze
and can\'t track its orbit but must praise his life achievements.