I’ve been thinking of a new medium of expression outside poetry or song writing, actually, not really outside those, more of a fusion of both and truly express how we, I, you, they, all feel — those feelings we cannot physically express, those feelings we wish people can just look at us and see through…
Tiny little bits
Life in its little bits
Parts to tell, part not to tell
Outside World, Inside World.
The Inside world of you and knowing
The Outside world of them
The Outside world of hurt
The Outside world of cheats
The Outside world of they wanting all of the Inside world of you
Little bits in varying pieces
Outside, the crazy side
Only Inside do I find me.
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That is you
This is I
Separate yourself
And live a lie
This is my sanctuary
My peace
My own…
My own
Disaster and relief
Refuge for one
Slave and the chief
Them, you, and they
Search for perfection
7 days, 7 continents, 7 seas
Yet
In the drowning man
Under the volcanic ash
Inside the deadly disease
Have I, found me.
I’ve wished i have a voice
that drowns the sea, it’s noise.
I’ve wished i could fly
and view the world from a hundred feet high.
I’ve looked at Opeyemi,
my friend, a genius on the Piano,
and wished i could find expression in the beautiful colours of sound.
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