First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 300

I am lost to who I am
Every din in my head is filled
With the release I crave to see:
Maturing into the man in my head
The one unafraid to own every ounce of his flaws
But all I see now is the distance festering
The time running, lost on this cliff
I am drained of energy
I am drained of life itself
If you ask the lines on my face,
They will tell you the age of my soul
I crawled into this decrepit place
With no man to lean on
All I saw was the freedom
In no near future
I walked around smiling like I had it all sorted out
I relished the plate of hot amala and gbegiri at Mama-put
Paid with the last money to my name. I left the balance
I walked across the road to the end of the bridge
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