As the passage of time leaves it’s imprint on every event
benighted the law and order of what societal standard quotes
fearing knowing who i am and as this life is been nibbled away
and in it precarious state
i was taken in by the fallacious nine days wonder
now i am upto neck, i think
for i am celebrated
that is not enough, then i thought is this me or another splash of paint of society staking a tag of ownership on a live that’s mine alone to live
Wanting to leave it at that
For it is mind boggling to think just who i am
I lived on in this fallacious world
To a nicety at a time the fervour to be celebrated
That is nowhere near me
Alas!!!
It was this, now i found my soul
This ascendancy i want to pass off now
For then the destroyer of pleasure is near
Isn’t it too late
However, i still want to live believing it is not too late
For my lord is oft-forgiving.
About the Creator
Abysola Hajaroh
just a wayfarer hopping to catch some butterflies, on some rainy days and a ray of sunshine.
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