So I proceeded to retire from my spontaneous life,
and now am at this place which threatens to take me away,
from myself and the heights of character.
I guess it feels like am walking around with a dull lamp,
Peering with squinting eyes at the far horizon,
wondering what powers shall come save me,
from my plight for I am suffering utter boredom.
Yet I can only save myself,
because I am my own source of pleasure
and Man's pleasure is in having his own way.
So I find myself in a smoky cafe,
which am told is some fault of mine...
I can however manage to articulate these things surrounding,
and they are very much to my entertainment.
Thank God for my brother,
who results to incredulous things,
for his own amusement and mine.
There is also some chance of solace in literature...
These past few weeks have afforded me
the little mercies of a reader's digest.
An assurance against mental starvation.
But I have started to enjoy,
the timeless design that is creation,
it is in every passer-by's eyes.
Like tailors handling expensive garments,
produce inventions and the foreigners go crazy calling them.."Designers"
Yet, Just like them I strive to cut a coat above the rest.
How you might regard the attempt,
I live to you to consider the personal touch.
The environment here is quite resourceful,
even though I did allude to its boredom a little earlier,
there is plenty of salt in the sea,
as is in this cafe's shakers.
A fat man is waiting anxiously on a table,
as the lean trendy waiter brings in his greasy meal,
and the doctor right behind him,
sipping on a strong cup of tea.
I, like every one else placed in this mosaic of life,
happen to have a pen and paper,
to document how greedy and sloppy this luxuriant man is!
So this must be a popular joint,
for passers-by and GK AFFILIATES.
their coffee is quite improved too.
Soon,
I'll put everything back into my folder,
and walk out into the boredom again,
join the busy mass passing by.
Because am just another passer by,
With urgent matters to attend to.
