What do we want?
What are we doing?
Why are we aiding time
When we need our souls to race time?
It is vanity upon vanity
Crying in seclusion
Shattering our own hearts
Into million pieces
Under the teary eyes of dumb ceilings,
It is vanity upon vanity
Quickly putting together our hearts
By the help of fake cello tapes
And keeping appearances when we see each other
Only to shatter and break more
Is vanity upon vanity
Our hands itch to hold
Our shoulders seek to talk
Our mouths seek to brew
The most beautiful scented of coffees
To help our bodies work to merge as one
Shall we take off our masks
To reveal our clothes of pain,
Clothes of unhappiness,
Clothes of loneliness,
To help each other take them off?
Can’t we be partners
Holding hands,
Smiling,
In making sure we give
Time a run for its ticking?
The sorrow,
The hurt,
The Harm,
The sarcastic laughter of time,
You know and I know, it is vanity upon vanity.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 