JUST IN LAGOS

Just wake all mornings with great despair
Just give it an air of courage but it blushes
I flash it with lights of hope but it darkens
Give it a cheer but it slumps

Ahead, the day looks like a burden
But I usually stand to bear it
With anxiety I walk towards it

With a long wait the days start
Continues with fears it does
With compulsive feelings I demand of the day
Give me your goals!
I set out once it declares
At the field are faces so horrible
Behind these faces lay the goals
Can they ever be approached?

As the days shut up
Did the goals come home behind me?
A question for the gods

Homewards the ways dread even hell
What home has, I can’t tell

My bed gives no time thinking day’s passed
Beating me cold as aided by the day
It hands me to another world
A world where my requests are honored
A world where my ambitions are reached
A world where my thoughts are hallowed
Where I never sought but only found

Alas! Something smacks me awake
Another horrible morning

Can you let some more time?
Can’t you let me be?
Why are you here and what do you want?
The thought of hunger cows me into obedience
Oh! Am a slave to the day
But the night is my bosom friend

How I wish it’s all nights and no day.

How I wish this life was a dream and the dream life.

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