It’s been a while, please “do” be hard on me, I’m rusty!
The kingdom of time takes hold
The hands race on this familiar course
Though already aware of what position they hold.
What are these familiar numbers?
dates
hours
Or minute soldiers of the cause?
Surely there is no free will here
And suddenly my dreams seem too bold
A great poet, a poet that once was
A great writer, a writer that can’t marry words into a sentence
A great wordsmith, a wordsmith with no words
A great imagination, imagination trapped by invisible boundaries
A great mind, a mind clouded by its own imagination
I have been hiding from my own mind
Yet listening keenly still
Abstaining from my own truths
But believing them still
Now is not the time to act calm
Now is not the time to stand still
Dock your page at the bay of poets
And let your pen express its will
Words by Alvin Ziwa
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Written on 2025-10-05 at 16:20
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Circle Back
And the story revolvesThe kingdom of time takes hold
The hands race on this familiar course
Though already aware of what position they hold.
What are these familiar numbers?
dates
hours
Or minute soldiers of the cause?
Surely there is no free will here
And suddenly my dreams seem too bold
A great poet, a poet that once was
A great writer, a writer that can’t marry words into a sentence
A great wordsmith, a wordsmith with no words
A great imagination, imagination trapped by invisible boundaries
A great mind, a mind clouded by its own imagination
I have been hiding from my own mind
Yet listening keenly still
Abstaining from my own truths
But believing them still
Now is not the time to act calm
Now is not the time to stand still
Dock your page at the bay of poets
And let your pen express its will
Words by Alvin Ziwa
Read 37 times
Written on 2025-10-05 at 16:20
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