Like an eagle scout for it prey
The sojourner scout for his place
Life is a journey of thousands days
But mortal souls waste their time in search of better days
Leaving behind the days in space
We live a life of a sojourner
Though we walk not as a mourner
Life is so delectable and unpredictable
Yet we live as though so comfortable
Not for fear of the great beyond
Do we think of leaving behind the pleasure so beyond.
In our few days that seem unnumbered,
Let's touch lives in outnumbered
This life isn't ours to see the end
We can only live to our end.
As we sojourn in life miserable pleasures
We should not fail to reconcile with every man without measures.
For tomorrow isn't ours to see
Other than this day in our eyes.
To know your fate in this journey of the Maggie,
Know your thoughts are like magic.
They are the compass on this journey
That fades without warning.
✍️ Patrick Ekong
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