A LETTER TO THE UNIVERSE

Dear universe,

A free man at the start of a long journey,

His conclusion is uncertain

He hopes he can find riches

Make them his friends,shake their hands

Or maybe make ammends

He hopes his forefathers are watching closely.

Hasn't he chosen to carry and cherish their names?

Fly across the Oceans to confirm that they are indeed blue

Never going home without a difference,If he dies,let him perish

Hope must probably be a good thing

Or maybe the best of things,and no good thing ever dies

He hopes the universe will keep an eye on him

Whatever weather,cold or warm

Breathe after breathe he kills the pace

He is in a competition with his past

It's a shitty race.

Toiling and pushing,he asks for grace

Special regards,

Lonely Traveller.

ANOTHER KENYAN