As the clock's hand ticked,
Drops of fear were released
To contaminate my still, clear mind
And my ease, there I lost.
Hoping there could be a fast forward,
Maybe, but time will tell.
But its (time) consumption
can give the full gist.
Heat from within can incubate eggs
And its accumulation can pulverise mountain.
Uncertainty is who I sat with,
And my pen bled suspense.
Flashes of fantasies seem real
And my dream, like reality.
#òtáìbáyòmí
Drops of fear were released
To contaminate my still, clear mind
And my ease, there I lost.
Hoping there could be a fast forward,
Maybe, but time will tell.
But its (time) consumption
can give the full gist.
Heat from within can incubate eggs
And its accumulation can pulverise mountain.
Uncertainty is who I sat with,
And my pen bled suspense.
Flashes of fantasies seem real
And my dream, like reality.
#òtáìbáyòmí
