Generations come and generations go, but the earth never changes. (Ecclesiastes 1:4 NLT)
As the year rolls by,
There’s something that beckons to me,
move on, don’t stop by.
after all, I tend to stop at
some small bus-stops;
weighing up my pros and cons,
of the good that came my direction,
of the tears that fell by the wayside,
when betrayed, when the loss came.
What is the problem here?
Are you afraid of tonight?
May…be.
I know. I know.
Well…I’ll pray for you.
It is the least you can do.
God keeps me.
It’s been a year all the way done.
a year of creative procedures
telling that story simply as it is.
someone bellowed to me that,
it’s all about unleashing the divine within,
not the hidden man within, but,
more about personal stories.
You’ve all been there before
You know what I’m saying here
right, uh?
God save us!
