THE RUN
I run into the future,
Through my present
With the hope of doting the moment
I find myself back in the past, though
The most vigorous one scares me.
As well as the worst of the worst
Albeit I fear being the best,
My feet won’t stop pulling me towards it
I run from all things
Reinforced by what I perceive as something
Each step leads me to nothing.
Each kineticism gives ascend to trepidation of anything
My pace has doubled.
Like unhindered waters streaming
Splendidly in my dreams
When aroused as well
Somebody requires to auricularly discern my scream at least,
As I am shouting at the top of my lungs
Life’s labyrinth becomes intricate
My mute cries were aurally perceived by no single soul
I smile like a jackpot victor,
Yet no one can optically discern my perspiration.
As astronomically immense as Mississippi, my sweat pores have become
Good body, breathlessly fatigued mind and spirit
My feet are hurting
From a run to nothing
Crashing into all things
Eluding from everything
Life’s dark tunnels
With opinions and stuff
With prevarications and love
Bringing the astringent truth breeze
Falling, bruised, hemorrhaging, tired
Ambulating on Eggshells
Around broken glass, tiptoeing
Ruminating on what is not and what is
Do I stop moving?
My feet hurt so lamentably
Footsteps evanescing
Uh! Avail me! The peregrination is still far away!
(c) Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 