Mwiti

In the realm of time, Mwiti stood,

A man with dreams, misunderstood.

His gaze, a journey, sought the morrow,

Yet within, a shadow of a past to borrow.

No vision held within his eyes,

A future obscured, like distant skies.

Through life's tapestry, he wandered free,

But bound to echoes of what used to be.

In moments quiet, Mwiti pondered,

The truth unfolded, a revelation yonder.

A man without a future to clasp,

Will find his solace in the past's firm grasp.

For every step towards the unknown,

Requires a vision, a purpose sown.

Mwiti learned, in introspection vast,

The present's shaped by the future cast.

So, let him weave his dreams anew,

Break free from shadows that once he knew.

With sight unfazed by what's behind,

Mwiti strides into the future to find.