My formative years only had me
Get on being religious
I was at the nucleus of the juvenile assembly
Not just for the eye but in my quest
To have the hand of God
Locate me in my busy search for Him
Years wrapped up like the yarns of adirè
But in my search for God
I missed the crux of my search and plunged into an abyss
Now I've wandered far from the search like a lost sheep
Seeking fresh fodder in the Sahara
The God I seek is nowhere near me as I wander
In the creeks of life throes...