OO Seven
I bore a soul
With the depth of Marina's Trench
Still, innocence
Ran as shallow as the water's edge
Beheld my reflection
On the surface
And I said...
Better yet, I declared
"I cannot fear what's not been written"
Categorised my,
Infatuation with
‘Proving people wrong’ as a
Healthy addiction:
A sickening medicine that keeps me
Independently dependant on
You…
Consuming the syllables,
And digesting the phonics
That you utter
In fact,
Mutter under your
Unforgiving breath
Forgetting
Exactly
The disposition
I embody.
Success is poorly defined
Without completion.
Neither man,
Nor machine.
It is a matter for the mind
On a mission.
-Ope Oduwole