Stakes are higher,

Tomorrow speeds faster,

My sins matured wiser.

Hopefully prepared from yesterday,

Moment seems so near,

Mortal begin to fear,

Expectations in number swell.

Why me?

Eighty seventh time asking thyself,

Perhaps, no love to zip

Below my belt,

Doubtful suspense keeps

Smoking out my chest.

Freedom is nowhere free,

Frequently will illusion interrupt reality.

Child is crown.

gods are likely babies,

Weightless is happiness,

Seriously heavy as adults to express.

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  1. Omolade says:

    beautiful. I am Omoladeori!


  2. Taiwo Togun says:

    Great poem! Great photo! Love the vibe it created in me! I would like to chat.
    May we be in direct contact? I would like to use some of your content. My email is (and my website is; and (“Omolade” is very LOUD on my mind now– both the painting and the poetry!)
    Look forward to chatting soon.


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