I think there’s a place for us
Sometimes I hear a whisper of a wormhole that will take us far beyond this broken galaxy
To a place where the static has ceased and no longer bruises our brains with noise
A place where our cities are safe and strong with skeletons of steel and faces of glass
A place where we fit comfortably in our own skins with no effort or shame
A place where shooting stars no longer dance out of reach but sing in our hearts
I think we could get there some day

The feeling of the saltwater getting through my hair, is amazing to.

The balance you make while standing on your board, like you're finally completed.
Like my heart is on the right place.

I stood at the zebra crossing,

              looking both ways,
nothing not a whisper of noise.

As I took those steps like the
            beetles crossing it a million
times on album covers... silence...


No music, just blood red visuals,
  a kaleidoscope of regrets.

Then I awoke, daydreaming
towards the zebra of negative
                      and plus footsteps.

This time, times? I stepped side ways.
         but I got hit by a I think a bicycle.
I flew over me like a eagle, wings aloft.

Then crumpled on the other side of the road,
             alive but like a wounded animal..
crying in pain.

But me I was a void less crease of red smudges,
    painting the road a ***** crimson.
The white now pink with regrets.
           Like a paint brush thrashed everywhere
everyone was touched by my suffering.

But never the less, I once again walked
    towards my fate, not realising,
                        actions versus  consequences


add up.

But when I walked this well trodden path,
     I always looked left, right, even up...

Never down though. My shoe laces were untied!!

           This couldn't be my achilleas heal,
the focal point of my despair.
I counted the string knots, each unbreakable to this point.

looking down, I tied my lace.
                        awaiting this knot to fulfil
                                                    it purpose.
but instead someone tripped over me,

crashing to the ground, a heap of humility.

But then the truth engaged on me,
                       they were behind me!
I only slightly remembered a nudge,
but I thought that was the impact.
                Lost in the trauma of every parting.

It was them every time, I suffered because
of them. Who are you? why would you do that!
They just looked at me and said, because I can.
Getting up they ran, but fate knew this path well.

Someone had to take a fall, and so as he lay there,
          A heap of regrets. bloodied and smiling.

He said, I needed to change my fate,
                      but you tied the last knot,
                                   and broke the loop.

I just wanted to live, you were no one.

Then I looked at him, I am someone,
    I'm the one who watches you die.

A cradle of civilization
          where we walked proudly.

Now a tarnished echo,
         of what we stood


                                  tall from.


A light house of our birth,
                      which showed us

that no matter the distance,

the light always illuminated.
           Dimmed, but we know
            where we came from.


Let the lighthouse shine radiant.
showing  us that this cradle isn't
                                                         broken.

Let it shine brightly and show that Africa
is a lighthouse, a birthplace of humanity
         and let it once again cradle us.

For we were all guided from here.
          This is everyone's birth place.