On my mind
I have chosen to sleep at night
But “assumptions” stresses my mind.
Why will you say before you ask
Or ask after you must have said?
There are some wrongs that can be right
But you can’t unring a bell
Nor dictate how I should react
Or decide if I should forgive or not.
I have seen how minds get messed up
Even on guard,
Going to Timbuktu and back
Swimming seven sea and oceans
Being a marlian in Rome
Only because it traveled too fast.
“ mai Tambaya baya bache ba “
mai Tambaya baya bache ba- he who asks can never be mislead