He was clawed to flaw
Canined to chain and insane
Knew not his right path
Going was trouble, standing,
Great pain and hunger, back? Not!
II
Like man, like a beast
Like a feet without a land seat
Like heart dead in life
He walked two paces and turned
Walked back two paces and turned
III
What is this free cage?
What is this freedom prison?
What is this thing called?
Life, prison, pain or suffering?
Trapped is the word, in own soul
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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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