Twist

I have given life more than 10 discriptions so far, it always seems to slither from one form to another
I have tried to discipher a purpose in life apart from worship: family, success, icon of hope, among others
I have grown weary of thoughts, the more i think the more i ponder
The more i walk the more i wonder, the more in life i wish to surrender

It's been more than 2 hours, i ought to have walked more than half a mile
A bunch of kids pass by, i smile and let it stay a while
Kids..... Such pure innocent souls, if judgement were today they wudnt even afford a file
But then a bile thought crosses my mind, i grin it away under the cloudy red lit evening sky

My legs feel heavy from my long afternoon walk, yet my thoughts still stray further
The noisy streets dissolve with soft rock in my ears, people look so dumb when you can't hear through their murmur
A profound lust for inner peace enthuses my on goin thoughts, 'i may as well never make it through this years summer'
Place a gentle hand over my left chest, n let my heart breathe my enclaving dilemma

The thumping sounds grow faint and i know that my days are numbered
I may have grown weak but i feel my faith engrossed stronger
As i once wondered and wandered, i think i finaly found an answer
In the end its all about God and your good deeds, and all your actions before your eternal slumber