Off the factory of The Most High
Into the womb of an 'Eve'
Where I metamorphosed while being groomed
for the journey ahead.
Out I came
Clothed in a torn red garment
Crying to disapprove my forceful ejection
From a home best described as an 'oasis.'
As a child, I had fantasy as my pal
Innocence in me demonized reality
No pressure to insure pleasure
I lived like a bird.
Growing up grew responsibilities
Which were like weeds to be uprooted;
Standing up prepared me for an odious journey
But unavoidable it was-
Running away means starting right away.
Eagerness to try the trials
deprived me of sensible patience
But life itself held a cane its hand
A stroke of it for every erroneous step.
Here I am in the present,standing at a crossroad
Mathematically analyzing the length of the next step
Economically calculating the cost of the next step
Philosophically propounding the theoretical features of the next step
Religiously verifying the authenticity of the next step.
The journey!
It begins with a step
It is enjoyable with a step
It is detestable with a step
It ends with a step onto a life elsewhere.
Written by: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom
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