Lost Souls

As i attempt to make my mark in this lifetime
Let me not dread the little whisper of failure
May these precious feet be bold, never to fall
In the wake of desire, may it always be for gold
In the pursuit of fertile lands, shall i  prosper
May i not slumber, may i not let the cards fold

In the land where all hope is burnt in the veld
May the glorious smoke create a pretty rainbow
As we fail to find a lamp in the thick of the night
Our eye shall become that of a night predator 
May the future be pregnant with endless hope
May the sun and stars continue to give light

For how long shall we fear to dream? 
These dreams have become our worst enemy 
Shall we continue to mourn for the long lost? 
In the presence of nothingness, we are all lost
Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? 
Like the predators, we make darkness a friend 

Mbie




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