Lakai Saadiq III
Water always finds a way.
Explorers need not distant to distinguish where artifact caves,
Yet our souls gaze as we stumble to trace the last phase of the human race.
Water always finds a way.
Our souls float their ways,
as the aisle to the Gods reflects aurora above horizons.
As we seek our selfs in the breeze of, heavens crouches lifes in fetal positions,
blueprint of the skies are pavement of mother Earths spine.
Life dances around her aura,
chants concoct as beatbox around her,
cypher constillates poets from afar,
stars with crystal hearts we seek ourselves beyond our minds,
we open doors of our unkinds,
chant the unchanted,
our hearts fades to bright.
But now is time we realise the real lies.
We see through eyes,
he eyes are windows to world
And there is more to the world that meets the eye.
The only way to finding self is within.
Turn these windows into mirrors.
Reflect through thy self…
The more attracted the thought is,
the more the universe hatches the blessing.
Self essence can only be found insense of self senses.
Water will always find its way…
