My Conversation With A Famous Poet.

When I started the journey
It seemed like an endless journey
When I took an endless path
I carved out ways and minds,

The way was deep and the weather too was sharp
When I was flying like a soaring kite
On a pregnant cloud,

I shouted a song in exile
Calling the marauding beasts to a fight
When it seemed like it all ended,

In my sober
I was called to a dance
I cried and folded my arms
As I hung my harp on the willow tree
I cried to fight to live
But I was always uneasy
When they talked of dry bones,

Alone fight is a long war
Endless and soundless like the wave of the oceans
When people heard it, their hearts fainted
They thought it was a rhyme.

This is the endless journey
Here we stand, Soyinka.