Asamando adwen kesefo
The world drifts from the main
Into a fake
Mains are free to live
To rot
Into death
While their abstracts stay intact
Clumsily trying to work for them
But what can work without a soul?

Put on your ear aid
Rest your buttom on a comfortable seat
And hear what is from what was
Why will I receive a bouquet on phone
With no life
No scent
And no feature of life lessons?

Freshness is what its new depicts
As time walks on
Its muscles fall
Calling on all
That beauty is no static realm
Then they wilt
And scent so bad
As their death calls for a broom
Waking the receiver from a procrastination bed
Into full gear to work hard
Now those morals wilt with the main
As the abstract smiles forever
To vanish only with a flash

Hearts are sent in despicable arts
With no sounds to read
With no chests to hug
With no hands to hold
Few with animations to deceive the eye
Time, flashback
I missed my stop and have been brought too far

Too far
To a mannerless era
Where everything well hidden in skirt
Knickers, trousers and overalls
Need only the right search terms
No matter the colour or manner you need
No matter the action you need to see it undertake
No matter how crude you need its rudeness to be
In the scrotum of a room
One can fetch all
All in all
This drive has brought me too far
Too far I have been sickly farmed
My roots finding it too difficult to ground penetrate
Time, you have brought me this far
This far which is too far
This very very far

This far where seclusion is noise
This far
Where new teachers abound with just a fixed connection
This far where metal birds fly those with paper powers
To wherever they want to be
This far, where the world is one
This far
Where New York is found on Kaneshie street
This far
Where Paris blesses the eye of Salim
In Bukpurugu
As Yaa Yaa laughs into the ears
Of a Chinese fatso in his sofa in China
From Abetifi
This far
Too far as to lose me
In a realm so unkempt
A realm where everything has an abstract
In the internet world
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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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