Sting & Gain.

Watching closely with thoughts projecting clear on the blue sky

Pleading I was for the subtle touch of love masquerading art

Screaming my lungs free of name whilst unbinding all under memory

Enduring the heat of the mighty scorching sun all became gold and craft

Hoping for the best turned rhythm into music twisting and merry folly

Playing the game of men laden full of burden I am free to tear apart.

~Koome Manyara.