By ODUGBO Alapa Peters

Trading

Solemnly

Through all times

A casket of a monochrome

copy-and-paste

Existence,

In the hustled and bustled

marketplace called, life.

Wanting to please

Eyes and minds locked far away

In the hearts of their own

troubles.

All shoppings for compliment

Swallowed in a hurried gulp of

disappointments.

Moments keep spilling away

Age, growing taller, in a slim ride

upwards, on slender roots,

Turning down in time,

In a swift bend

For a momentous ultimate tight

hug to the earth, its maker,

In whose lofty embrace,

A litany of reawakened jubiliant

termites, hurry

out of an infinite grabs of

loneliness, into impromptu

festivities,

expeditiously relaying morsels of

comments to distant relations to

hurry…

And here it all ends…

Oh foolish friend

Why not live your life in its

purity

Worship your days out of chains

Breathe the free air of freedom

you deserve

And keep your journey in a

piece?

It’s huge misgiving

A blind living,

Dying through the bored

scattered pieces of another’s life

For in all your sojourn in this

dog-eat-dog marketplace,

Your wisdom may travel no

where above acute foolishness,

If your life takes its meaning

from the dictionary of like-me-all .

In truth

It is in living you

That peace hunts you

And sends your alluring

existency across.

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