Each comes with its own songs

And each wants its name among

Like a battle where none belongs

The songs sing themselves like an odd wrong


Travelling with time, one must mime

To hear its sounds so one can rhyme

To feel its pulse so one can time

And work so right to desist from crime


You are a known exister

Your existence was known even by many ministers

You don’t have to form a cluster

Yet you come with many blisters


I need to step

For my step to rep

To show pathers that I came this way

I’ll have my say and mime away

Listening to time

And trying to rhyme

While my ears lie prostrate for the tick tocks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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