I got stamina
Running helter skelter
From the ghost shadows
My past breathes in anger
I am, that all blames follow.
And catch of breath, a feel.
The horizon air whistles
The hoarse tongue of past pages
Yet I hear the silence spoken.
The tongue of the future is soothing.
Amidst wranglings of the world’s wrangle
I feel the drum beats that spook
My cells to the vibe of my circle.
Fontom fontom. I hear the gong !!
Swerve off chasing ghosts
I dance.I got stamina.