I threw my best hands
He simply cracked them
My root at his disposal
My voice at the utmost persuasion
Without a look, he glares away

Many ways leads a market
I restore my energy and strength
Even if a decade cost my life,
I shall have you within captivity

Days climb on months
Years arrive in a jiffy
Time seizes to become weary
My limbs reluctant to ride
I sit in the middle of my journey

You can't catch him, says!
He is the future and past
Deal with the present now
Redeem the past
Mould a great future

© Yusuf Muhammad