We hope in prayer for what we want but do not have. But most times we’re served with what we never wanted. Thereby, the battle between the wants as against what we had.
As a senior member of the Opposition Fc, it’s our wish to always break the night at 12:01 to counter on the weakness of the Telecoms Fc’s unofficial substitution while they sleep.
But this time round while they sleep, - I slept... I couldn't break the night.
I had an all night sleep, breaching the team’s goals to success. [Don’t rest whilst the race is on.]
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I guess my all night sleep served me right, a punishment of course.
I woke up to this “silent morning” serenity in my neighbourhood. First of its kind, thinking the “end of time” has come only to realize a “smooth criminal” was played in my position.
I lost my last “lifeline” of smile to her in the process; while journeying my way in pursuit of someone to “smile for me” selfishly and endlessly.
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I’m torn between waking up to pursue the dreams I dreamt of or continuing to dream meanwhile the “silver spoon” I’m fed with which used to “complete me” has been taken away.
A “way maker” is needed at this juncture. I can’t journey along “without you” by my side.
For “one last time” I can’t bear the “pains” of a “jail man” in my own Journey Of Life.
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[I want to be the “better man” in the mirror who never pretends; who chooses to “love someone” at the blind side of their looks, prioritizing their “mind over body” pleasures.]
What I had?
I missed my steps along the way, was welcomed into vile arms, resulted in “wild dreams” and ended up in “forever” burning of my life goals into “ashes”.
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I’ve paid the dues I owe to the “taxman”, not on demand, but as a deterrent to posterity.
In pursuit of “money”, I was served a blank sheet of “paper” to pen my resignation just because I acted upon “your will”, to live with a rich man.
I lost myself in the process.
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“Something” keeps telling me my prayers aren’t tabled before the maker yet.
My beloved guardian angel, I know you rest in the bosom of the maker, kindly grant me this last wish from “my diary”, table my wants before Him.
“The nights” aren’t friendly to me in journeying my way to the finish line.
I need “another life” span to complete this journey “without you”.
I’ve exhausted what I had and in no time, your shadow will draw me closer to the grave.
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