A pen in my hand Bt i have nothing to write Staring at the four walls Then i remember the empty sits Getting annoyed by the laughter behind my walls Claiming its a nuisance...but am jelous Jelous for knowing my life is empty Emptyness: just a room filled with air Starring at my phone waiting for a call.. Hours pass hoping...maybe a text Then i realise how stupid and foolish i can be I turn the radio on for music to give me comfort Since the movie seem too romantic to cope up with... Yees i did turn it off! Back to my sit... Pen in my hand.. I have something to write About the empty pages of my life Do i have friends?..Yes..No Friends who are not cowards like I Friends who know how to fill their pages of life.. Of what they believe in: Leah went upcountry to spend time with her grandparents Purity cancelled our lunch date..she says ' My man is in towm,he wants to have lunch with me' Jane is busy spending the weekend with her boyfriend trying to make ends meet after the huge fight they had And Erick...is in the studio working on his new song And i.... Avoiding the world of fear it is wild Counting hours for the sun to fall and moon to rise Hating every minute of this life I can make it better... Stare at my phone again Thinking of making a phonecall Maybe it's  time i take chances Maybe it's time i take risks ....a coward as i always am.. I put the phone back.. "Am not ready yet" Idiotic reasom that i eva use for an escape Lay back in my sit Pen in my hand I have something to write About the cowardice i have Then this beautiful song plays Find my lips sing  along A smile slowly creeps in...it feels good Close my eyes and rub my cheeks Feeling my dry skin..getting old? Beautiful black skin is tired and dull It needs a smile and a laughter Love and affection to awaken it Detach my hand from my cheek And rest it in my chest.. Feel the beat of my heart My heart so angry it doesnt want to talk My soul dissapoint by my choices Open my eyes...nothing has changed Still in my warm sit while the rest are empty My radio on playing desperate music Killed by reality that am alone...alone! Wake up for a cup of cold water Hoping it will put the fire in my soul off Get back in my sit Pen in my hand I have something to write Of how lonely i am! This nice 'kidum' song plays "Mapenzi"... Strikes my memory with a hammer Stroking the mind revocking my heart A tear streams down my chubby cheeks For a moment i become paralize It's like my heart  stoped beating But i was still breathing It is time i rent my heart out It is time i paint the empty walls Finally...i smile...that does not last I had much to write after all To the pages of my life I take time to breath this air that i have all My pen had a rest as i....as I Went through my written life Read it,like a poet of the ancient world I must admit.... I felt a relief.... Like a burden outcasted But still wont hide... The pages of my life Are empty Tough? Strong? Am breaking! Am crushing! Welcome to the empty pages of my life