Walking The Old Lane Again

Its been a while I walked through this lanes of time. When colors never fades, the sun never got tired
and the dark was still smiling.

At then, I knew none, as I step out with my new shoes as a newbie I wanted to be called the QUEEN B.
So I took every flashlight as the twinkle stars. It will appear again.

My brain hold no compass of before neither does it recalled the lines of mother proverbs. WHY?
WHY?

I did not observed the talking light when I was behind, so I rushed to meet up with another time.
Now I walk through this lanes again and wished I planted the seed of a mangoes that fell on my head that day. Maybe I would know my path out.

I wished I grew grey hair when I was baby Esua.
Maybe lot of things wouldn't slip through my fingers or forget that I also want the pass marks.

Now I sit in my old truck smoking and thinking about the green leaves that frowned at me, stating that, I never appreciate its beauty.

I knew not that one day I will need what was before.
I knew not that, I will pass through this lanes again.
I knew not that, one DAY I will need the KNOWLEDGE on the papers I smoked wraps.