THERE ARE THOUGHTS PLYING MY HEAD.
Sometimes I wish I could write,
Like scribbling hearts on paper – let’s say A1 & A2,
Placing them on billboards
For the world to see;
I wish I could be a prophet
Whose words are secrets of human hearts.
There are thoughts plying my head,
There are words stucked between my throats unspoken.
There are wishes ungranted,
Like this piece exhibited on screens
For the world to see,
And me, happily creeping toward the crest of fame.
These and more are thoughts
Finding their route towards home
In my head.
I am Emmanuel