THE SOJOURNER
In search
of happiness
I sojourn
to a land beyond the great seas
they say - it is the paradise
rich with soul food and titillating music from nature's lips
Home of the haves and have-nots
where the mind rests from all troubles.
In search
of hope
I must conquer the frigidness of my own kind
Do battle with the desert demons
though my fit buckle
And my vision wobble
at the great length to endure
onwards, I pursue
To the land of promises.
In search
Of liberty
A right to dream
Wild as the earth's expanse
To walk the glowing street of gold
where opportunities appease one like a freewill offering
forsake all my present evil I must
For 1000...10000 miles i can not tell
My body yearns with delight at vthe prospects therefore.
I must conquer new borders
Though bordered by many tongues
like a creed
nothing must impair the call
"sweet paradise"
Onwards, the road of my dreams.
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