Babajide Abiola
Riding on a horse of gold
Nurturing it like a diamond
As we all will have it, it’s a combination of thought
Don’t go there! Come back! Sit down! Jump up!
It falls on the consequence gotten from it
A heart felt pain with shrubs of bitterness
Fighting to let it go,
but it became a stubborn weed with enough tentacles to spring up again,
refusing to let go
The battle of life is getting to the peak
Where you don’t even know what to expect
In the next, minute-seconds, seconds, minutes, hour, day, week and even year
Light fades out like ringing darkness
Been in the desert of life, but struggling to survive
Looking for the next solution, with the hope that its coming soon
One thing that makes one happy is to continuously remain hopeful, by rejoicing,
Believing that the situation will be conquered by the strong
The point of remaining stony is becoming joyful always
Knowing fully well that when there is life, there is certainly hope
Easy to say but that’s just the plain truth.