By JeffeRy OkpaLeKe
The melancholic ideology called tradition
Is settled on my mind
I can't think for this period
(No I can't think straight)
(No I wont employ a quays advice)
tempted to make erratic decisions
And loose my mind
Allow my feelings only to be uncovered by my actions
Words are only a conversation
Actions are the exact words of a conversation
The matter has weighted
And occupies the occupation of life
Life is like a trailer
A short/long story
That just flashes the amazing parts of the clip
In brief
The hero should win in the end
U assume.
You look forward to the happy ending
No! Its all politics in this flick
Yes the good die young.
And hollywood keeps on with production
Its an alcoholics ending I say
Sad and gloomy.
Its an endless journey of suspense
God is your only direction.
sands of time
As the wind of the world
Carries dust away
Men will be born
Live
And pass away
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