The night falls
Only to pick itself up like a crawling child
The day shines
Only as long as the nagging night allows
The table turns
Only by the guiding command of the carpenter
The referee blows
And signals the climax of a fleeting life
The ink flows
Giving life to the dazzling strength of the mind
The mind wanders
Just like the architect of the Eiffel tower
The little boy in me grow old
Tell amusing tales of how little I have learnt.
‘Lanre Bucknor
@lordrooz
Written on a lonely night when inspiration of some sort just flew in from nowhere and for no just cause. Was first tagged “senseless piece of poetry” but then it has since been dedicated to two awesome human beings I am yet to meet in the real world.
For Ayodele Sogunro (@ayosogunro) and Ogunyemi Bukola (@zebbook).
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