Ink stamped freedom

Just you and so much time on my hands.
Held so carelessly & ignorantly. 

How could I neglect this paper utopia.
This fresh breath of freedom. 
I reveal in the port,
then forget in the sky. 

You helped me see with new eyes.
Meet sinners and angels and spies.
You helped me tread trials and tries .
You made knowledge so close and abundant. 
How did I make you redundant? 

You let me run away and back into their arms like water.
I didn't suffer or sweat. 
Just flowing like water. 
How easily I forget.

Your blank pages turned me through the world like a steady story. 

And until that day in Lagos -
New ink in the diminishing space of your pages.
I realized how long the ticket across the equator had been with me.
My big slice of freedom. 
My stamped paper key.