2020 cancelled 20’s a shambles For the 20’s And the Gen Z’s Where the 4 walls have become my new friends Where the 4 walls know me more than my real friends Where screens have become the fourth walls, like Facebook I, like Beech tree Have longed for the nature of nurture longing for my branches to reach out , Embrace a neighbour These branches resent the screens that have replaced our affections of old Each swipe, tap, type Each effort to display digital rays of comfort and joy Dear friends, My separation from you has left me parched like unharvested land in deserts. Dear plans, We were forced to let you go But still willing to do so A sacrifice for the nations Dreams on pause, on Amber, stuck in traffic: our dreams… delayed. Eager eyes fixate themselves on the stoplight, Waiting for the greenlight, Eager Ready, to pack out bags and board our flights Ready Someone Get me – out of here This groundhog type of nightmare This is not what we imagined Back in 2019 When our voices stood shoulder to shoulder Counting down the numbers 10, 9, 8 Seconds anticipating what was to come “HAPPY NEW YEAR” Remember it? When voices could meet with glee In close proximity Remember it?
Before we lost track of time De-railed Stationary Waiting for platforms and policies 23, this is not how it was meant to be 23, this is not what it was supposed to look like New years are for new chances to reset the clock New year, new time But this time we lost time And lost lives I can’t lie man, If I knew then what I know now I would fly over nations, swim through oceans, hike up mountains Just to hold onto the pulse of my lost one What is time but a measure of life? What is life when all your time is gone? If my time in this life has taught me anything It’s to be thankful for the time we’ve got But still anxiety rises and crashes down like stormy seas You see, tomorrows never promised But my father tells be still and know he’s in control That’s word on the street word within my soul Back then we’d have said roll on 2020 Before we knew the tolls of 2020 Where the vanity in reliance in man’s intel Only caused shortfalls The futility of hope in man Has never had as much clarity as now Talk about 2020 vision We watched the year swoope in, Gate crashin’ paegents Tearing of sashes that wrote Mr + Miss Independent What used to be just fragments of lies was magnified Cuttin in skin deep, we’ve began to remember what matters… Lives Amplified are the groans of creation, The children await adoption in Zion But still the suffering goes on, Diluting every last ounce of optimism for the lost ones I switched my 2020 vision to view across The solid rock, a refuge at Calvary That takes me in and fathers me Knowing at this place, this place Time, will no longer feel like the enemy.