I went wordless, to the will of ends
From you, never to disclose again my pain
It’s effortless to be strong, now
Spring has parceled sunburnt
My future self, effortless
I will go now, never to think
On you again, Good-bye
Word bouncing down my own street
These are inside of me, Times of war
And I am firm and I will pillage
The world, there is little doubt
I’ve dried my stream, and painted silver
Against the opaque skies, not for you
But for me, it seemed no time for love
When in the hands of angry fate.
Wuji Seshat
Wuji Seshat 