By Kingsley Godstime
lost in the world of thought,
all the wars I have fought,
I neither bargained nor sought,
for a battle, victoriously lost.
from sunrise to its time of set,
unravelled, rolling moon about its girth,
no caretaker or a mothers’ birth,
that’s all, that’s all I got from fate.
Eon years, I strayed in dreary world,
served thugs, dogs as my dear lord,
my face smote the miry clay; mud,
life fell in and gave a loud thud.
when life’s like coming to shade,
when I have bid bye a bade,
someone in a apes’ shape
came up and played some untrue tape.
Just let me be lost in my dream world
And forget you have one long lost ward.