Owambe.

There’s a story on your lips

Itching to be told,

There’s a song in your heart

Beating for an escape,

There’s fire in your bones

Cracking for some air,

There’s an image in your eyes

Pleading for you to let the light in,

There’s a thudding in your chest

Waiting to be released,

There’s something in your hand,

Begging to be unfolded,

There’s a concept in your mind,

Longing to become reality,

There’s ecstasy in your soul

Passionate for impossibilities,

There’s wonder in your feet

Expecting to go on some journeys,

There’s a solution in your core

Qualified to help the human race.

There is.

There is.

There is.