the traveller

sometimes im not sure anymore
at first all i wanted to do was explore
so i gave more than i intended and i got lost
in a snowstorm, fingers cold, iced with frost
i found a river warm and abundent
in a dessert of sand no more redundant

oasis seduce travelers passing by
rivers arent rivers they are tears of people who cried
who got lost in seduction, cheated and robbed

indifference is what i feel for him
a warm coffee in a snowstorm he did bring
U see traverlers only see what passerbys give
its a way certain people chose to live

but im not a traveler i need roots, in the ground
i need apples that arent, huge, pink and not round
i need people ho love me since i was two
i need SA's oceans, skies all blue

i need to say goodbye to my addiction
its causing way too much friction
im pathetic again, it s happened just like that
i dunno how, i dunno where i smelt the rat
the rat of deception brings a diesease

a virus that spreads ur head with lies
i despise
the mess it brought
with an AK47 it cannot be sort

So goodbye to my travels i'll stay on this land
and remain cause i cant expand
horizons as yet my plane has not arrived
of departures and standbyes i am not deprived

i go to other places to run away from here
but once i come back, its till here, my fear
it cannot follow me to lands over seas
i cant get away from this sick, fermenting disease

i run and i hide and it finds me where i go
however high, between cracks, however low
so i fly cause its faster further and im gone
even though its so wrong

one conclusion can only be drawn
its forlorn
ure dead
u always were but i no its true
i no longer think im inlove with u