Tingling tumbling without the 'aesthetical',
It seems the world is yawning,
Closing its mouth with its bearing.
Soon I became traumatized,
Thinking everything is bastardized,
Looking so gloomy with my scepter,
Painfully trying to correct it with my laughter,
Alas!, things are not the way I think,
Caressing my eyes with surprised blink,
How I wish I could transform,
That which people conform!
And then, traverse on the gaze
As my cheeks go ablaze
In flows of hopeful tears
As I yawn the yawn of no despair.
Written by: Azeez Daniel Kayode
Edited by: Bankole Kolawole
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