Tears pour like fountains from my eyes,

As I stress the need to find you.

The voice in my medulla has sadly passed on

Because no suggestion it had made, led me to you.

So, it deems itself useless, and I am amazed.

My trail of thought is intrigued,

How dare you be influential in your absence?

As we gathered in our dirty garments, ruptured,

And ripped in shoulders,

Through the dark night, we heard stories about you.

We created circles,

uGogo made me believe that your influence is written in stars.

So, I plead,

To find you ever since.

Since your influence was in high regards,

I would spend nights and their days trying to find you.

Maybe I have failed,

To cultivate my peace.

Or I have found peace in finding peace.

(You decide)