I looked into the mirror
And saw a shadow of my horror,
The same shadow that followed through memory lane
A two way lane that government could never repair
Just because it lies between my soul and spirit.
Magmas that flow from the fibres of my fears
She is the big eyed baby that cried
When they persuade me sign the contract
Though it eluded their minds, “my heart”
Then opportunity came knocking
And I ran thinking it’s the cob
For who is loud as my heart
Who shouts when am still
Whose whispers are like drumsticks on the velom of my heart.
Give me the pen not a scisors and i wil perform the surgery