First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 46

I came prepared Through the bumps That make us do sudden jumps Through bare hallways that make us question why our tunnel is dark, always Through days We wished were perfect, till the rain again had its way Through preference for means Because we knew ends are endless And often create hardened monsters Through all the courage we could muster When men said we should move on And our minds reply it isn’t a chalkboard That could be erased by a duster Through Easters when only the winds came around to spend time Through scenes and words, we often rewind We have held sanity with grips only silence can describe Birds often arrive with dawn And often come along with a song We will face today again Embracing life, that package of twists and turns Clutching dreams till harvests say it is our turn Living it long Till earth says we should return… Akeem Adetayo Oyalowo 46