True Source, Poetry by Patsy Jawo

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Rhyme, People, Relationship

True Source
by Patsy Jawo

My style, my finesse, my grace
My guile, my invents, my name
No dreams do I thus chase
All my greatest achievements created
Games ever played for the raid
Ah the sweetest investments made
I am my fate, master and king
The captain of this massive ship
Steered and glided along this strip
Of life, love and laughter for eternity
I follow the wind wherever it goes
And cruise with water as he flows
My rhythm, growth and destiny
Converged to atone via music
I now do the totem moon dance
Strictly for free and still spirits
Harmonised as the setting of the sun
No guns, violence, lies or hatred
Plenty puns, shutters and baking
Of buns, cakes, biscuits all in tins
Tasty, shared and delightfully eaten
My flags fly high and soar the sky
My smile brightens up overcast parts

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