Faceless

Fruits that grow on no tree, trees with no root
Fish that swim in no stream, stream with no flow
Wanderers from the shadows with no boot
Their havoc, the heart of men unborn know
Their hands know only to sink men’s heart low
There is no short cut to climb a palm tree
It takes a large ship to sail the deep sea
But a small man with wisdom to beat storms
There are mysteries only the heart see
And there are those who live different forms.

Victor Oyedele