Often when I try escape from this life
something calls me back
What I can't actually see but every time I move
I feel n sense someone sharing my aloofness
I often look at clouds that follow wherever I go
I share my woes with the known spy
Who never asks a thing
But I still can't lie
I end up with resolutions to break
Something continues to chase
And I still can't trace
Its neither the laughter I shared with my friends
Nor my recurrent woes
Its not my prayers witnessed by the sun
Its not my dreams I hugged in the bed
Its not my virtues, it’s not my vice
Its not the disappointments I paid in the price
Walking thro' the lonely fields
I then see a farmer who has seeds to sow
Who reminds me what I still owe
I then realize
It was not any dream of a castle on the snow
It’s the plants of my conscience I have to water
It’s the land of promises I still have to plough…