THE SELF ETCH
Shallow wells
Hollow swells
Ringing alarm bells
Hard hitting pelts
Loose belts
Hard facts
In this veld, I make a pact
Alone inside that red cape
Alone I must now partake
Investigate my parkade of confusion
Weigh my bags of illusions
My packets of emulsion
For in this life I have lost vision
And derailed from my mission
And I stand now wishing
Hoping,
Asking
Wishing,
Asking
Pending,
Why are things always vanishing?
My hopes and dreams unripening?
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