Toiling day and night
With no pause
Running my race in quicksand
So full of fight, no flight!
Takes a lot to be the boss.
Battling challenges as it comes
Victory comes at a cost
"it's hard" says the scum
Better be dead than lost.
No daylight saving time
Good or bad, harsh or nice clime
How far will I go?
Ready to ride the tide
Whether high or low
And no! I can not hide.
I'm ready to fly
As high as the sky
And further!
I am ready to rule.!
Forged in blood and sand
Hitting on a spot,
Non stop
"fly", they had said
"Here's not your stead"
"Here's not your place of rest"
So I ran, I flew
No traffic light in the sky
Endless space to savor, higher
My wings, they grew stronger
And I severed them
All my innitial stability ropes
Held from all angles
Till all I knew of the ground
Were tiny bits and pieces
Were lines, dots and flashes
I was never told
Lálá tó r'òkè
Ilè ló ń bø
A second was all it took
I fell,
No one caught me
Sophocles and Vivaysha
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