So here I'm, standing in a crouded bus on a cold winter
I have transformed like a Pokemon in a short amount of time
Memories from childhood plays, paus and then plays in my mind
It seems like it was yesterday when the transformation began
Reality hits to awaken me up and puts me in my daily plan
(a voice) NEXT STOP: STOCKHOLM CENTRALSTATION
Suddenly. A question circles in my mind:
"Are you still a young boy or a man?"
No answer in my head. I try again. No answer.
I try for a third time. Yes, I get an answer worth a dime.
The answer varies from memories, experience and symbols
So I take a deep look at my self
Yes, hair grow on the face and down there (1)
A feeling of being in the centre of a scen plays
Yes, there is a beautiful lady coy smiling towards my direction (2)
*Smile*, *Aush*, These bags are very heavy due to the responsibility (3)
I know I candle it, Now, lean towards and smile
Got to answer the phone (ring ring)
"Heey Cali", (sms at the same time from Brother) "Where you at?"
Call after a visit, a visit after a call
Family and friends are really getting closer and closer everyday (4)
Dad starts to give more advice while Hooyo macaan starts to talk about "aqal-gal" (5)
( a voice) STOCKHOLM CENTRALSTATION ..
Step by step. Get out and get some fresh air.
"Xaax, it's cold" .. Resume what you began with =)
Later on that day .. The philosopher part of my head weaks up again
"Where was I" "Oh, Yes, Am I still a young boy or a man?"
Abdikafi N Mohamed