Wayfinders 5

 

I didn't vote for this way
into the future
No-one asked me to come
I just find myself alone
way down here
at the back of the waka
individualized
capitalized and globalized

I could've stayed behind
I suppose
back there in the old place
hanging on to the old
safe known ways
but here I am alone
way down here
at the back of the waka
individualized
capitalized and globalized

In my waka
we worked together
shared our dreams
decided which currents
and winds to ride
but the man up front
of this waka
decides for himself by himself
to himself
and here I am alone
way down here
at the back of the waka
individualized
capitalized and globalized

His way

Ross Nepia Himona

[Waka = ocean-going vessel]


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