Travelled so far,
yet still distant.
Bathe in the rain,
yet there’s tears.
Did everything,
yet stumbled still.
That dream was too short,
without the wind I flew.
I broke my wings,
crossing above a river,
Then it drowns the reality.
My wings faded,
like how I got thrown from the path
that wasn’t my own.
I don’t have my wings now,
so I’m in the middle of nowhere.
Olusegun Ajayi
Beautifully haunting, traveling so far and yet being in the middle of nowhere. That is the paradox of us are living