THE FLAME

The flame of will

Entrenched in the passion of uphill

The rock of Olumo is just a slip

It is a channel of a leap

They are there….. I pointed out

With anxiousness, I lay out

Looking to take a leap to the sloppy reel

Far gone they are in the real

Everything seems so dead

National soup in its end

Far gone, we go away

Let’s his way lies in our way

Let’s do it in a new way

Long far ahead it is

Moving closer it becomes blurry

Behold my heart, the merry

Loaded my head with magics

Far ahead I look my eyes foggy

I capture with my baggy

The blurry picture I’m eager to unfold blurry

Gigantically, I take the stride

And then it looks unrealistic

The deadly leaves fall on the way

I do never think when I stuck

I go... in him….the way.