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 smac...