Slouched, I lay, playfully twisting my hair,
Recently let free from the braid.
I stare blind, but not lost in air,
With that look that is a tad fade.
A confused mind,
But a peaceful soul.
Tides of life seem to hit my blind
side, but on this jagged path, I patrol.
People speak of great prospects,
When they see me walk the walk.
A comic, an actor, or a song star among other aspects,
When they hear me talk the talk.
Your love life, Oh a waste!
One time of three years,
That one left a bitter taste,
Soothed by Graham’s Seven Years
And the fresh one of eleven months?
Oh, Talk of loving the wrong
Who gave peace of days and anguish of months,
Who must have had her real love all along?
Why they played me,
I will never know,
Why must it be,
That I always love the ones who only want me for show
I may not have it all,
I may not “heed” the call,
I may not stand tall,
I may attempt and fall.
But in my trying sojourn,
Of a confused mind,
Is this thankful heart.
Thankful for where I have been,
Thankful for the things I have seen,
Thankful for that human being,
Thankful, for HIS guidance remains keen.
Though the years have passed so fast,
And I am here trying to hold steady,
Through the tides of my past,
Even though if feels like I am not ready.
Still through these times,
From ages through and through,
I continue to unravel my confused mind,
Powered by my thankful heart.
Happy Birthday to me.
Ademola ‘Sanguine’ Bhadmus