the flowers forgot to bloom,
or the waves provided no surf;
then would I never leave my room
If death were only a myth, and
the earth merely a dream
or life's flames were never lit;
then would I never see my grim
the truth is mean, it troubles my soul,
leave me lie, let me sleep
Why care I? Why run for gold?
Build me a castle, make
me it's queen, with
a lot of slaves be my eyes and ears,
dawn, twilight, let
them the worry
gleam, morning, let
me the riches,
the days will fly, hours
will creep, but
the grim I caused will never cease;
then I remember death is no myth, the
bridge of life has crumbled to bits, waters
below take me to sheol, the reason is this;
"I refused to care"
- Olawale Ibiyemi
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