Everyone is seemingly, about twenty twenty-three
The drama, the intrigues
For me tho, I am no APCist nor PDPist
Nor Osinbajist nor Tinubist
I am especially no Buharist, nor anybodist
I belong to no one, I belong to everyone
For now, let Me stick to My perfumes
And My auto pursuit
So I may grow abloom
Lately I amaze Myself
My tolerance level now above all
And My patience level, below none
Lately, I amaze Myself
could it be because now I've grown?
Or that now I fight, but for a course, a purpose...
Not merely for My ego?
Or because now my mind wanders far in the dessert, in search for ethos and logos...
It could be anything
For only the beast retires to its den
But when comes oppression, injustice, it shall be unleashed then
WAllahi.
