Lost we are in the forest of our lives
Washed in the waters, of quietness and bitters
Clouded in mystery, cocooned in webs of feelings
Silent we remain within, considering the sounds deep-in
But overall, we are to carry ourselves
In the threshing land where everyman holds the fort for himself
We only battle to catch our lots within the continental shelf
Filled with no food but animal shells
I have tried so hard to find the place called happiness
In fact toiled all day to get but sadness
Regardless of how much I search everywhere
Only what I considered satisfaction took me to where eagles’ dare
So what is life that we have so much treasured to live in care?
What is hope that we have always desired to be the best for another?
Is it that we are wrong and we must always but fear?
Or maybe we should only bother; maybe we should live is despair.
So I discovered that it remains my choice to be happy and to love
Not to care about how I feel or what others call my loss
That if I do not enjoy every single moment of my life and really do
I am eventually ready to sing a song so dire and fueled in doom
Love, life, choice and care; four words I use but not in despair
To love as if it’s like no other and to live as if it is my last
Yes to choose what I want or the other
But most of all, feel free to care and live my life just for me, for life
-By Olaolu Abimbola 2011
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