Somewhere Between Confusion And Reality
I sat in the darkness
You were standing in the light
Awaiting the comfort of my presence
The ghosts of my past life
Triumphantly surrounded me
Jeering at the fetters
Which in the morning of my ignorance
I fabricated with my own hands
Now so tightly fetter me in the closing of my evening
How can I rise free and unbound
When the very thought of my freedom
Is one of my strongest chains
Jamaica 1976
