Chasing nothing

I was glad you would find me.

But you were lost, running chasing nothing!

Our streets still have no lights,

How much does it cost to buy salvation?

Come,

walk with me.

Hold my hands and suck breeze to ease

mind from this ‘shithole!’

Hole dug by actions, wrapped up in the

mystification of our discombobulation.

A future is something you create for yourself. Like a piece

of clay, molded into the want of a potter.

what becomes of your dreams, when your path is wrong?

That having no water or food means more than a smiling

face.

But you are far from where we stand.

Come to me.

to embrace your truth.

to know. that.

a forest always starts with a tree.

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