The last one I washed, you were the last one I washed, and of course my past.
The same issues we trashed were of course the last.
I left and met that laughter, and it was my best…for a moment I said wait I kept my heart in a cage, yes I was in sane. Reminiscing me in your lane, I realized your game; it was your way to fame.
Just then I said if it was your destiny, then it’s forever going to be insanity.
Would I have been the one your heart wanted, if I did not walk in the cold way that day, yes then I believed it was meant to be.
Soon my feelings became your frustration; little did I know all were assumptions, my heart my soul beautifully wrapped like coal.
Until my courage to move, I never knew I could move, goodness, yes goodness, you lost out on the plainness, my boldness, stress less, stainless.
All together in my box of kindness, just that one selfless among all, I was ready to be.
all my plans you shattered, my strength you lessened, my thoughts you abused, my strategies you suppressed, if only I knew I would have skipped listening to you that faithful morning, yes indeed, had I known.
In all you have made me strong, my heart can stand the largest abuse, yes I am now strong; my mind can stand the smartest swindle, in all I am glad that I moved.
Lucky told me
Lucky Calebs, is a young film maker in Ghana.