The question lies;
Deep within these friendless skies,
Family with who you have no blood ties,
And they talk as if all of life; within blood lies,
What do they know; really?
What do they; or I, or you, for that matter…
What do we know of what truly matters?
Then; deep, within these friendly highs,
Lies the question…
To which we say; we’ll be fine.
We will be, won’t we?
While we pick up the dust and ashes of failed dreams,
Romance and true love we killed on a whim,
In our youth, we danced and spun on fate’s wheeling wheels,
With wind in our sails we bent life to our will,
Will we or will we not forever live?
We will be fine; we say,
While forward! We march onto our graves.
We will be fine.
Nothing lasts forever
We just come together
For a while,
And then – go away
Is life a game;
We have no choice but play?
Why can’t words communicate,
Things important to say?
A flawed – no; a failed experiment;
Seeking perfection in others
Getting girls delivered like mail orders
No truth here, madam. Look further
Maybe happiness is a dream, a mirage, an illusion;
Maybe it’s meant for those with clear vision,
Or maybe that makes no sense. Maybe it’s just a joining of words;
You don’t understand?
I’m romance’s Ozil; everyone else is Ronaldo or Messi,
The king of assists; the best of wingmen,
But when it’s my turn to score, things become messy!
Perhaps I’m meant to sit on the wings, man
So I accept. I’ll play Watcher,
Fold my hands, observe, watch her,
No happiness for me in love; no way,
I’ve accepted my fate; I am the doorway
When NEPA strikes and it feels like you’re stuck,
Hot, sticky and network sucks,
Know that –
Know that I love you,
And that’s enough
When you don’t have data and can’t browse,
When there’s nothing but a frown between your brows,
Be sure –
Be sure I love you,
Erase your doubts
When your ATM card is just an ornament, you’re broke,
And it’s hard to smile – you’re a quarter past broke
Reach out –
Reach and confirm, I love you,
Read these words I quote
When the past seems to intrude on the present,
Making lies of all the gifts; the present
Unwrap this –
Unwrap this package; I love you
That should make all the difference
And when, a few days to; you develop cold feet
I understand; marrying me is a feat,
Be brave –
Be brave; I love you
I’m with you all the way; victory or defeat
I know you no longer eat for one but two
You don’t have to try to please me too,
Just let me –
Let me do for you; I love you
Put your feet up darling, I’ll feed you
And when, you’re old, grey and all wrinkly,
You’ll still never have to ask; ‘hug me’
Baby, I love you
Whether young, old or dying
Say you love me too.
I’m starting to forget you
Please remind me,
Or maybe I should send a mail,
And in the subject line:
Re: Mind Me
‘Cos I’m being ignored,
You walk past me without a glance,
You moved too fast,
Reaching to touch the best times of my life,
But I’m looking through glass,
Now it feels like
It feels like I imagined you
Creation of a fevered mind state,
Some more bullshit,
With mines, create….
What was I going to say?
Yes. I was writing about some girl…
But I can’t – don’t –
…remember her name.
Discordant chords banging,
I’m just straying.
Demons in my thoughts,
So I’m praying
Any pretty young thing
I can be laying
Can I be serious tho?
I’m just straying.
Discordant chords banging
And girls are just playing,
I’m trying to be serious,
But these girls are just playing.
A hooker gets a call from her boy; “Hey lover,”
A man is thinking of cheating; he’s married to a banker
That’s the next thing, right? He’s had enough of anger,
Making a rope out of his own sins to hang her
Pushed my girl so far if she cheats, it won’t be cheating;
My neighbor loves his wife, but can’t stop the beating
Casualties of war; who’s to stop us bleeding?
Didn’t you buy the goat? Why complain about the bleating?
He just wants to get married man, fuck waiting,
All of his age-mates have done it na; haba wetin?!
Met a simple girl who just wanted the same thing;
Look at them now, omo love is a strange thing!
That’s how I cornered Moji, at the area block party,
Dancing, bumping grinding, I swear, that girl nasty,
I’m all well-meaning, so I followed her home,
In my last moments, I’m still thinking she likes me!
Bolarinwa is cheating on his wife with his daughter,
No need to hide; his wife is doing the pastor,
Someone will soon say the devil is doing the pastor
I guess Lucifer teaches doggystyle; Pastor, ride on!
My sins; I’m paraphrasing, my life; I choose to write on,
Deep like a forest path, walking with snakes and pythons,
No one to trust – it’s my fault? Okay! Right on!
Cast the first stone if you will – just choose the right one