LONG WALK IN RESTLESS ROAD OF DREAMS.

This walk! a long walk!
My tiny feet scream as they again join
My wade for succour in this restless road
In this road your are alone in it, that I’ve heard
And always had to tell my self
Segun , oyo lo wa.

Gratitude to the prophets
But I have by my own self discovered who I am
And have consciously live it along this road
Words I have in my mind with their visions in my brain
The words of the prophets are written on the subways
And that of my mother’s formed my hymn as I waif across
Towns over cities, over land in this entity.

Subways sometimes pose too long
But her rhythm lingers, which reminds me
Like many, of whose and where I’m from where I stray.
That day that many in this walk seek
As our foots cairn the stones of streets for succor, for life, for hope
And for that journey even after this ,will be.
We will be, maybe greater than Be

To that early sun that soothes at dawn as I think
Through my day, gratitude…you’re a friend.

It’s late,
I’ll start again tomorrow.