Edge of Twenty
If I walk out the gates at twenty
I want my footprints hanging over the heart of the city
Rather that than a shadow of cloud at seventy.
Rather that than a sullen eye at ninety with a path I no longer see.
But twenty is walking past
Still I’m a toddler at the feet
Stranded at the edge of the universe,
Not knowing what path leads off the sea.
Knowing not what path lands me on the throne.
I asked the grey-bearded man
Surely he should know.
He raised a weary face to mine
Eyes gone pale, blinded by cataract’s,
The kind only regrets bring.
He said, “Son no one knows if you don’t.
The music of life plays a different tone at divers tempo for us all. Dance the music of the night or miss the morning light”.
If I walk out the gate today
Would it cause a ripple in the sea of dreams.
The dream of the universe.
Or would the rivers flow with joy?
For my time of hope is up
And I might jump tonight.
@theparakeetshow
Model: @_peggie_g
Photographer: @hamidayodeji
Set Assistant: Seun Ogunlesi
Set Location: @wrapafrica_ studios