The taste
was so rapid
Spilling so
rigid
It shines on
me bleed
The
spectacle in me
The lifestyle of an alien
Changing my
accent
I am feeling
among
Whereas I am
bound
Becoming
lost is my found
I am now
free
I can taste
the juice
Without any
external restrict
I tickle the
lifestyle
It wanna
stick to my life
I guess I
gats to open my eye
Sprout fort
to the sky
Leaving my
people for the hunt of knowledge
Yet I am
hunting for birds
Nitoto mo ti
shaye ,mo de sina
Emi omo
olomo laarin ero
I should
stop being insecure
And take a
step for seizure
The step I
felt I bought at first
Now am faced
with realities
The truth in
the midst of scarcity
Renewing my
lost identity
After which
I tickle the fancy
With the
fanacies of spicey
I think I
should flee
Or that’s
the key
To all I
need to succeed
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