In pursuit of freedom, I got lost, lost in self, lost in my head. In the rush to flee the confinement of my childhood, I ensnared myself in the commitment of my present. I yearn for the care free and old days, So, I could spend more time with my parents, Where I could daydream without fear. But in pursuit of freedom, I lost it all.

As a child no one cares to listen, but in my present, I don't care to share. In pursuit of freedom, I found myself being tortured by my innermost enemies, myself!

For it reminds me of the days I threw away and never valued, He torments me with the fact that I will never get them back, I am constantly plagued by the consciousness of that. He sees the loved once who have passed and regrets not making time for them, but more pronounced is when He lays to rest at night and knows, He could swiftly follow. He begs for His childhood and not His youth, because the young man dies but the child lives forever.

MY END

Poem by Nana Kwadwo Agyei Addo