This journey has been too long:
We’ve trudged through endless corridors of darkness
Trying to find ourselves in the maze of our lives.
Our shadows we thought we’d left behind
But come the pale morning moonlight,
On our heels our shadows trotted like faithful dogs.
This life time journey is very long:
Our legs have become stumps of history
That remain jutting out on the road
So we can hit our toes and like drunks, stumble
As we trudge beside the shadows in the darkness.
This journey will be very long:
Our minds will be ransacked
By those in search of our conscience
For it is there that we’ll build our homes
So that we may nurse back our lost memories
And make peace with our dogging doppelgangers
Before we come to terms with our real selves.
We’ve trudged through endless corridors of darkness
Trying to find ourselves in the maze of our lives.
Our shadows we thought we’d left behind
But come the pale morning moonlight,
On our heels our shadows trotted like faithful dogs.
This life time journey is very long:
Our legs have become stumps of history
That remain jutting out on the road
So we can hit our toes and like drunks, stumble
As we trudge beside the shadows in the darkness.
This journey will be very long:
Our minds will be ransacked
By those in search of our conscience
For it is there that we’ll build our homes
So that we may nurse back our lost memories
And make peace with our dogging doppelgangers
Before we come to terms with our real selves.
Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe (20th century) Zimbabwe
Source: Popping Poetry
Source: Popping Poetry
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