When a rushing day has no time to let me live
The mighty God like storms assuring to come
Seasons dragging themselves in coming to pass
I've let them pass and even some to swallow me
So I ponder to a fading past
at the setting dream
Untill wornders of this day are undone
I will not swallow a scent of exprerience
Of Yesterday that did not end my day
I left me wondors of sunset
Sifiso Motha
