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,


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.



By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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