THE FIB OF LIFE

When I was a toddler, I heard life is a teacher.

I walked beyond my pace to meet the race of life.

I ran beyond my age to see the phase of the first set.

But suffering showed me the face of the real world

And here I am lonely but with my belly shouting.

When I was a kid, momma told me to dream.

that little and little, eventually, I will live it.

I dreamt of me in the sun ruling like a light king.

Then I grew and the tables turned.

The sun scorched and I couldn't sit

to rule; I could even see my seat.

Here I am ruled of day and night!

Papa pictured the future

And placed my future

In the chalk.

I held the gadget of the white

For years till I became wise.

I ate the vomits of yesterday

That pen is a mirror

To the world of money,

I grew up embracing pen,

I stood up mapping the map

I never knew I would only 

See in paper

For the horrors tag me minor

And in my room, I glance

At the papers

My sweat made...

But we were wrong growing up,

we saw life as the image of a mirror

but life isn't that but a refracted light

forming images passing through media.

It bends through oily and greasy times, 

and then it stands during windy climes.

Life is an irony, wish we'd known at my prime.

DUETTISTS: Adebayo Zainab et Ben James

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