By Asherll Othabanye
Way back, ever since we met.
Too vivid, from as early as I can remember
Your gaze excited me
Your feeling was life to me
Storm clouds in time coloured mine:
“Too ambitious, not too realistic”
Opinion mumbles separation.
I feel lost, who am I? I am grown up now
Chasing my tail with the legs they cut off
Depressed and hoping we can go back to the days.
When I was young and happy,
When I was young and knew better
When I was of pure intention and leaped generously.
For me and my fellow citizens.
© 2020 Asherll Othabanye