many times i wanna say things..
then mid way i stop..
its like within me i’m tied in chains..
Eternally, we’re on a bus..
we think we know our stops..
but the driver keeps going, shouting, this is lagos
from my very within..
i just wanna burst loose..
suddenly scream and break free..
i remember the light house song..
wishing he knew how ,it would feel to be free..
does this ever happen/ or we just learn to go along..
we go with the flow
act like we’re in control ..
and when push comes to shove, we bow
acting courteous and cautious, like a prisoner out on parole..
why does it feel like there could be more..
so here I am plate in hand , like Oliver Twist asking for more- shout out to dickens for his lore