#101 lone turtle
The moon that I promised that I was gonna see again,
in one year in the future,
I was like... a turtle,
bonded by industrial wastes,
plastics and aluminum;
swimming in mud and oil,
I was lost.
I was financially secured.
I could have a cake, and another one to eat it,
and another to be shared,
with those who blinded from consequences.
To be fair they had to make a living,
but me- I just want to be free.
I had a wish that the moment I was hatched,
I was gonna go straight to the sea.
But I had no choice but to follow those artificial lights,
I went straight to the city.
I had to.
I endured, and when I broke,
I retreat into my shell.
With only exception for a few I open up to.
I waited in silence,
tried to look around for windows of opportunities,
while I put all my trust in God, in myself,
that the right moment will surely come.
Moonlight, guidance and navigation,
for a lost turtle hatchling,
As days went by, so did my soul come and go,
came and go, in and out,
I felt alive and well for a moment, but the next I felt,
dead.
It became weeks, and months,
It was like pulsating, between life and death,
felt like drowning without end;
but I had high hopes,
yes, I validate myself with the benefit of the doubt.
Suddenly, everything slowly became clear,
mosaic blocks multiplied and shrank,
it became pixels, and smaller they became,
with one click away,
whole new picture appear,
new life, closer to the moon.
It was the night I made a promise,
that the same moon, in one year,
but miles closer, to the sea.
With experience I had,
I rather tune down my excitement,
less of an optimist, more of an opportunist.
For a lone turtle, it's not wrong to be too careful now.
To be honest with you,
I miss the city, the lights,
ever prevailing so called "black gold",
and industrial alcohol,
also my dearest mentors,
oh the thrills, the tricks, the trades,
and the thrills of the tricks of the trade,
the glory and all there is.
I cannot lie to myself,
I am a contributor as much as a hater myself,
and to get away from it, is a long awaited blessing.
Now, once again, while being washed out by floodlight,
I am guided by the moonlight,
guiding and navigating to the sea.
It will be a long journey,
much, much more difficult it should be,
and one day, I will return,
as a satisfied, wise turtle.
in one year in the future,
I was like... a turtle,
bonded by industrial wastes,
plastics and aluminum;
swimming in mud and oil,
I was lost.
I was financially secured.
I could have a cake, and another one to eat it,
and another to be shared,
with those who blinded from consequences.
To be fair they had to make a living,
but me- I just want to be free.
I had a wish that the moment I was hatched,
I was gonna go straight to the sea.
But I had no choice but to follow those artificial lights,
I went straight to the city.
I had to.
I endured, and when I broke,
I retreat into my shell.
With only exception for a few I open up to.
I waited in silence,
tried to look around for windows of opportunities,
while I put all my trust in God, in myself,
that the right moment will surely come.
Moonlight, guidance and navigation,
for a lost turtle hatchling,
As days went by, so did my soul come and go,
came and go, in and out,
I felt alive and well for a moment, but the next I felt,
dead.
It became weeks, and months,
It was like pulsating, between life and death,
felt like drowning without end;
but I had high hopes,
yes, I validate myself with the benefit of the doubt.
Suddenly, everything slowly became clear,
mosaic blocks multiplied and shrank,
it became pixels, and smaller they became,
with one click away,
whole new picture appear,
new life, closer to the moon.
It was the night I made a promise,
that the same moon, in one year,
but miles closer, to the sea.
With experience I had,
I rather tune down my excitement,
less of an optimist, more of an opportunist.
For a lone turtle, it's not wrong to be too careful now.
To be honest with you,
I miss the city, the lights,
ever prevailing so called "black gold",
and industrial alcohol,
also my dearest mentors,
oh the thrills, the tricks, the trades,
and the thrills of the tricks of the trade,
the glory and all there is.
I cannot lie to myself,
I am a contributor as much as a hater myself,
and to get away from it, is a long awaited blessing.
Now, once again, while being washed out by floodlight,
I am guided by the moonlight,
guiding and navigating to the sea.
It will be a long journey,
much, much more difficult it should be,
and one day, I will return,
as a satisfied, wise turtle.