Exhale

 

Our ropes have been released

Just tangled in time and places

Our feet can go anywhere

The landslide has not subsided

We can speak all we want

The sirens are set to muffle

And fly anywhere we desire

The cockpit is sync to ramdom

The doors are there to open

Just seeking to find the keys

We are trudging and marching

Till the wing-clippers go home

Our zero has just arrived

He is wearing a hero’s mask

On the wings of opulence

We are waiting to triumph

 

© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

 

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