To The Wild...
Anticipating to dance to the same tune with luck
It seems like I do not have anyone to lean on. All I’ve got for myself is one feather, one scroll.
After 5 consecutive hours of consistently penning blues, I yawn but I do not yearn for much.
Just a few sips of coffee and am fit to continue with the verse of the boring hymn after verse.
It’s no longer reflex. It’s me to decide whether I get over it, or sob along with the sorrowful tones...That’s my life, 24/7/365
Who am I anyway?
Just a simple guy trying to find his place in this tiny world. Trying to figure out ways of getting paid, Tracing the footprints of fortune. Examining my capabilities to figure out my reach. Trying to be nice even for no reason.
Trying to surface my mess and fix my flaws. Look, Sunday is coming to an end, and am like “please Monday be nice”
Now, here I lay helpless on the floor. Staring at the ceiling wondering whether I will ever challenge history...Or Will I be able to make something out of my life?
But then I realize that soaking in self-pity won’t help. So I decided am going back to the wild. I will hold my breath for change.
Maybe one day, luck will see me as gorgeous as others.
A $1 tip won’t hurt.
Thank you for fueling my dreams.
#writingwithfreddie
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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