I look backand wonder sometimeswhat brought me heredespite memy brashnessmy rebellious instinctsthat alienatedmore than attractedcentres of power I look at the lineson my ageing palmdarker and deeperand find solacein a small part of methat I still holdin my firm grip despiteunfulfilled ambitionsforgotten dreamsunrealistic thoughtsa world I imaginedbut never owned yet I existand there cannotbe a … Continue reading Yet, I live
Yet, I live
