i'm on this journey,
clinging with scar faced palms
the thorns scrub my feet
heart bewildered as the salt licks my tongue dry
like a candle light i'av been burning without ashes
was holding on to this tree I thought will keep me
with its fruits as my mind is scurvied in hope
but it was a dream

i'm on this journey, sparring with him
through the water wall reflection   
this atmosphere is tailored to my skin  
so as I walk alone
through this shadow breathing valley
its okay, don't save me, its almost time
all i need, is one more melody.

                                                     Ola Bajo.