With blood-shot eyes and weary smiles
They trek on for miles and miles
Hoping to sit beside still waters
Hoping to at least see an oasis
Indeed, c’est la vie,
But we all want to be happy,
So in our daily quest,
We put ourselves first,
And trust to finally rest
From the daily struggles at best…
But will such time come?
When we finally find our home?
Or will a part of us be lonesome
In our sojourn for freedom?

(c) Chukwudi I.