Nobody figures it out,
Life is in charge;
A RECYCLIC boss
Who glories in his consistent win,
Over us.
Think:
He buried our doom
In our necessities,
Our diminishing
In our growth,
Our fatigue
After the expense of our strength,
Our demise
In the bosom of time,
Our hurt
In our fantasies,
Our flaws
Somewhere within our beauty,
Our errors
On our painstaking,
Our captivity
In our freedom,
Our fall
As we rise tall
The dark
After the light,
The devil
In the detail

-Femi Jemilehin