A Drifter.... Poem by Langelihle Maphumulo

Globe trotting had come to a steady unfold,
A somewhat part of me like the air i breathed,
Always commencing but to see a dead end,
Constantly changing like seasons before me...

Was nothing more than a tear and sad goodbye,
Far and beyond the horizon lied a pot of gold
Making my stay an empty unfulfilled promise.
Felt like a glimpse from a stranger that passed by...

Witnessing nights settling in throughout times,
Deep in the dark forest woods i sought shelter,
Awaited newday to crack like a whip in my ears,
Caressed by dew from tree leaves upon the face...

An abrupt end drew nearer to the wild-goose chase,
What a screeching halt to my adventure and fantasies,
As the whistle went off like a command from a master,
Revoking me to stand before the world and face reality...