I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to go, I don’t want to nap
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to go to bed
I don’t want to obey, I don’t want to drive
I don’t want to study, I don’t want to deliver
I don’t want to swim, I don’t want to dive
I don’t want to run, I don’t want to succeed
I don’t want to fail, I don’t want to learn
If that is the case, then you don’t want to flourish
Life is not about choices in denial,
But about choices that leads to a well-fulfilled life
I can imagine that it takes a lot to move
To slide towards the goal of the marksman
Flying and citing the goals that litter all around
Swaying to the sound of calypso in the soul
Ever prompting me to grab for the sky and hold the cloud
The witnesses that surround the shadows of fortitude
The spikes, piercing the softness of doubt
Never failing to leave a reminder that toil comes before the fame
He used to be me
He made a move and left the a trail
A choice to set aside the limitations of circumstances
The cover for those who seek but are just too meek
Figures are ever coming closer than I thought
In my head, I feel the roaster of the grind
The toaster-spewing out slices of ideas
Left untouched, hardened and misplaced
I guide myself to the paths of the unforgotten
Noting that no matter the task, all it asks is the first step.
Muyiwa Babalola copyright (C) 2010