Hot Air Balloon

Where from… where headed?

I am stuck. I have been stuck. I would like to say I’ve been tossed about by life, but that’s just a rancid falsity. I have been living it day-to-day for as long as I can remember, it has become me. Maybe you have been here. Knowing what is sought but not a clue about how to. I’m Nigerian, I was raised superstitious and heavily aligned towards the supernatural but I have found less satisfaction in the spiritual. The “higher power(s)” seem deaf to my calls. This is my plight;

  • What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
  • What’s your destination when your point of departure is vague ?
  • How do you steer this balloon towards those clouds, so you can snatch a piece of them?
  • When it all seems like it’s falling to pieces, how do you work the glue to hold it together?

I am just one man. I am not ashamed to admit that I know the destination I seek, but I don’t see the path. I am just one man and I have made mistakes. I am just one man and I am groping in the dark. I am just one man, screaming, getting screamed back at, by the echoes. I am just one man, I woke up in a balloon and I need a manual on how to steer it home.

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