Life damned me to be a writer
The curse that made this soul a fighter
My words are the words of many
Who can’t express feelings if they have any
We all lost ourselves in this infinite maze
The pursuit of leaving a trailing blaze
The light at the end of the tunnel
Turned out to be another long dark tunnel
We are not afraid of monsters anymore
The monsters are now afraid of us more
We go to work just to kill time in us
Before time finally comes and kills us
This really is a life of sacrifice
Because art always comes at a price
I’m an author but beyond that
I’m just a mouthpiece for my lost generation
I’m not your typical source of inspiration

KJ ✍🏾 🇰🇪