Restless within is my soul
It is thirsty to understand
Searching for meaning
To the treachery of beauty
To the pain of joy
How high can you go until you fall?
How low can you go until you rise?
A secret so plain yet so elusive
Such mysteries as this life holds
Along the fringe of its convoluted path
You never know to cry or to laugh
That they’re dead or in Heaven
Not every Portiphar’s wife is a doorway to the palace
Lots have turned but not always into salt
So do I thank the backstabber
Or shun the needy stranger?

It is still wandering in dangerous innocence
It thirsts with forceful curiousity
My soul wants to understand
It is tired of walking nude
It is tired of being vulnerable
My soul is not longing for rest
But for a longer stretch of road
So its strength may be drained in fulfilment of destiny
But it does not understand
What is destiny, please?
Anyone? No one? None?
It knows love
But it cannot understand
My soul wants to understand
Do you understand?


Published by: Akyempo

i met the Priest...i realised that though society seems to respect the baker and despise the shepherd, the baker is not happy despite his stability and the shepherd is free to pursue the pyramids, because he is a dreamer; and one day he will meet Fatima. I am the boy; the shepherd.

Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s