From the five to the mind,
the mind to the hand,
the hand to the pen,
that transcribe the plan.
Will stick to fly paper,
but never quite land.
My last destination,
from bus, train, to plane,
to radio station.
I occupy minds,
that’s my occupation.
My childhood,
a baptism, indoctrination.
All the way through to my high education.
Reward for my patience.
I’m lovin’ my callin’.
Callin’ my loved ones from extra long distance,
across many seas.
I wish y’all were here, the things that we’d see.
The witness I bear, as light as hot air,
but since you’re not here,
i lay a foundation that brings me back,
with you, reward for your patience.
You can say I’m workin’ on a vacation.