Coming and going are recalcitrant thoughts,
The mind is fighting to keep its focus,
It is its onus to stay at its optimum,
It must aid its vessel without dereliction.
The strangest places are sometimes hidden,
Deep in chambers of secret,
Seen by the dark hunters,
Found by the eyes that see through the night.
Sages search for segregated segments,
Working assiduously to fuse the fragments,
Some fragments can’t be found,
Some segments don’t sound.
The mind still goes on its voyage,
Searching until the final age,
What it finds when it casts its net,
It is used as its key to unlock fettered doors.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.