passion in phases I Iay my energy low
twenty twenty my vision reflections clearing the smoke
it’s funny how indecision still makes a mark in my day to day
how I’m still late now
whether class or the greyhound
keep my past in the playground so far from secret
I was born a button soufflé or muffin so sweet and seedless
liable to fall and collapse on itself with crumbled pieces
still you can smell the sweetness
the lonely smokey weekends
I know they didn’t mean it
I can’t forget the gaps
cant tell me I’m not kenyan
look at how I’m doing laps
Im staking every statement on perceptions and perhaps
drinking straight out of the tap hold the water till the banks collapse