From a young age,
Being rich was the only thing
That I ever dreamt about
I couldn’t wait to be a man with his own things
To travel a hundred miles to reach my destination,
To me that was impossible.
More especially after matric, everything became so different
The soil changed into mud without the rainfall and I got stuck in it,
Death blew off my columns that were supporting me from falling.
I was left with no choice but to take a shortcut in life
Little did I know that I was risking my life
And doubling that hundred miles into thousands miles.
Look at me now! Where am I?
I’m lost in a desert, on a journey with no destination,
Suffering and trying to rebuild my future in a dark world,
I hope I survive.