We cruise on an island since we departed from an unknown land
seeking our destination, something we've designed in our imagination.
Though smooth the road,a long one it remains, and at some point our faces are "worn-torn";
but we ride and saddle on, in the storm we cry and paddle on
Along the way we meet some gain, some lessons, some treasures,
they shape our joruney and our lives in no little measures,
we discorver our true inner self, spirit, body and soul
and this gain defines us a not a part, but as a whole
Then the journey begins to take shape and the map gets only clearer,
then our gain becomes a guide and a true shepard;
we find consolation in the love and the excellence of approach
so certain we are that that union is without reproach
Suddenly the boat begins to swat..."WHY"?
why do we let our past teach us the "HOW"?
what could be wrong that we let that wonderful gain die?
and why do we chicken out when we should have some "guts and liver"?
As beautiful as the journey begins, we make it die abrutly
not for something we choose or love but fear of submission
in any case, the choice of destination is dealt indecisively
at the end, we fall into the trap of ommision and commission.
So we let love sail away and we astray
Our hearts burn and melt like smoke in an ash-tray
we cry and bleed but it does not take the pain away
It is a deep cut that will keep to hurt each and every passing day
There is one simple solution in to the question unanswered;
To draw back your boat and let love flow again,
no more confusion and to true love you must swear
and that even if it is no longer your gain, true to it you will remain
The destination only becomes clearer and sharper
unfortunately, life is the lesson and the teacher
we might loose our heart-love because we did not correctly decifer,
but we must be careful never again to leave true love unspoken forever
I draw back my boat, and now to reason
even though i suspect this might not be the right season
but before i die and kill my pride let me let you know how increasingly
my love for you has for ever left me bleeding and screaming.
It is a hard life without someone like you
it is unfair that i might have left true love so crude too soon
i feel its hurt and its paide in mould dark blue;
i will never know if this feeling will ever be untrue...
...a dream, a casting of shadows, an imagination that never happened...
...can it ever, be untrue? for as long as i draw back my boat, it would be hard to move on without you.
i am sorry.
By Olaolu Abimbola March 2011
