Nothing soothed my soul like
the sound of the waves or
the silence of the caves or
the end of some days
Nothing got my attention like
the good in a bad or
the truth in the sad or
the wisdom in the mad
I ain’t from the cliffs or
the jungle or the reefs
But I feel so home
when I set to roam
Not that I have a plan or
am looking for a clan
but what if there’s another soul
equally unfit; hence socially foul
For those of you
who are out of clue
on what they want
and why they taunt
They need you to obey -
To live by their way
I don’t think you’ll manage
So just live till your age
