Thursday, 18 April 2013

Trod

Walk Foot.
Trod on and on and on and -
Is like more while I don't even know where I trodding to.
I see who I trodding past, who I trod with ...
Those who have trod before I ... Even thought about beginning a trod.
The trod from darkness into light.

Shake hand.
Meet, greet, kiss babies ... But I'm no holy man, don't expect me to pronouncing no blessing.
Unless you want to be blessed by great thoughts
Yes - I man dream, a whole heap.
But how to turn that dream into reality.

Look Round.
We have destroyed mother earth, the worst pickney dem you could ever think of is us.
We hurt each other, we hurt the land.
Out of many, I stand ... Alone.

So Trod.
Walk a path of your own choosing, we not using no excuses.
Those destined for greatness will find it.
Those destined to be content will settle for it.
The pursuers of happiness, will happily pursue ... Till they wear out their shoes.

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