And a person at the door
All my phobias now have souls
They have crawled out of my dreams
All of tomorrow remains concealed
Till my hinges be oiled with courage
A smiling crocodile is one of courage,
Rivers of tears must be hung on the wall,
Devour the future with pain concealed,
Only revealing to fate at the door;
the shades of horror that colour our dreams,
the smoking terror that chokes all souls
The scent of the past is a stench in our souls,
The monster on the wall will taste of my courage;
When she tries to suck on my dreams
Atoms rebelling will build me a wall,
They will hide behind the door,
Even their shadows will be concealed
Naked truth is overly concealed,
Ever buried by frightful souls.
Even when love walks through the door
Pinocchio will sit opposite courage
Excuses and lies will be a wall
Standing on foundations that bury dreams
What do i do with soured dreams?
What happens to the overly concealed?
How do i heal the cracks in the wall?
How do i banish these demons with souls?
Maybe i will, a dance with courage
Maybe our tango will unlock the door
The eye of the needle is a door
To possibilities cast in the realm of our dreams,
Off I go, through the eye, quaking "courage",
Time to reveal infinity concealed
in the crust of our souls
Hiking on stars; with no boundary or wall
Reality is a door, to secrets concealed
in the path of dreams, hinged on our souls;
A door opened by courage; our fears we can't wall
- Olawale Ibiyemi
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