Searching for something;
unaware I was and what it was.
Watching days pass like shifting shadows;
viewing time in front, side, and back.
Looking vaguely for long,
being misled by false acuity.
The links disconnected and then I saw,
my severed paradigm.
Would you talk to me, my dear paradigm?
How I need you now, my dear paradigm.
Your love stayed strong, even when I faltered.
And now I see,
that secret understanding between us,
which you tried to make me see earlier.
Oh how illusioned I was,
my redemptive paradigm.
By Emmanuel Johnson
Emmanuel Johnson 