City lights are all that we desired to be in the presences of.
Running the chase refusing to let our shadows haunt us.
We search for answers without knowing that we have left them at our roots
Trees leaning on each other, stems holding on
Like autumn fall, so does our morals
Yet seasons change but we fail to journey along
We have allowed numerous creatures under our shades
They utilise us, scam us, and tell us they appreciate the impact we have on them
Seemingly it is positive for them
So, we surrender ourselves onto them
Rest them with our well-being.
Because all we cry for is some belonging
Water us with love
But what can we do when we have damaged the roots that gave us all our identity?
They said, “Hamba juba azokucutha phambili.”