The inner me longs for nature deep
Dawn a winter's day on the high-veld
Where the smog fights the sun at rise
Karkie brown the grass on frozen ground
Some how this mine dump dusty place
Pisses on my inspiration
Narrows my world view
A city of murder rape and hell
Train surfing a sport?
Burning rubber, figure of eight at the intersection
Condoms all used, lay on the ground
Burglar bars and security doors
Armed response, drug deals on every other block
Prostitution, slavery West Africa at its worst
These are the things that make up my day
This be my now, this be my future?
Where too? I cry at the empty sky
I am the master of my own fate
This be the answer I get back right in my face
"True!!"
But! The inevitable knee jerk strikes me like a naked fist in the face
Time is so few
So dam precious to me
The means right now does not equal my end desire
Be it my life long response "I will work harder"
Am I yet another "boxer" [cart horse from animal farm]
My fate to be relegated from the game [useless]?
Me thinks not.
My sabbatical looms
My chance to step out of the woods
See some trees
Plan the finale run in to the grave of my life
