Astute Pursuit Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Encaged’ not thoughts as depart walls foreordained, doomed ‘round by fate, wayfaring all over
From off discomforting beds journeys, to reach riches’…in seek dreams off shores…
Wending sphere through sweat give proclaim’d in worn self as hope happiness hung in wealth
Some the bondage, the starve, the still thence of mire, of mud his honed where went day, night pleated schedules
Worked life of self, swathe continuous in labor as damn self wealth as toil etched visage
Again toss him, when ill identify him cursing him the enjoy labor fruit, for lost teeth he during labor, lost he health in seek wealth
And for all dreams of butchering cows daily’ butchered when last wealth appears, yet mansions a realized dream with maids and wines and all but now faint as he the height of sex waive
And he a room of his thousands, a car of his fleets, and he lonely be in his world anew, as curtains blocked view the stars

Encaged’ not thoughts as depart walls erect, doomed ‘round by self, rummaging all over
From off discomforting mansions, to reach happiness’… in seek off seas go
Here find joy in huts, in peasants, in shepherds… Here find joy in streams, in woods
Wending sphere through, proclaim’d fancy ‘pon self
Anon realize truth’ oft what minions he be in world beautiful the dwell of horrid,
In garden scenic of abodes, of flowering pitfall traps,
Whereon coursing brooks that solemn mind abodes piranha,
And rainbow skies dwells birds of prey as pour storm
Nor sun only mild but harsh and gentleness of breeze becomes tempest…

Withdrawn in shells shriveling for reality lost in pursuit gleams,
Yet will rather not life in pursuit happiness, ‘than dwell, comfort in sorrows?
So come he down to religion, wherein met dancers, clappers, singers
And comeliest souls, herein saw beggars, sinners dancing, herein thought happiness he pursuit
But soon the sermon of hell, observed the slumbering that swept ‘cross chapel herein
For confused he when heard Jesus saves… from who or what he notions? From God his thoughts
For confused when heard God sees heart… man does also… he thoughts
For told was he to enjoy persecution, suffering and fate hasn’t commended him with such calmness
Now tangled, he takes leave as priest approach for donation…

So travels all world, from travails to beauty, from deserts to wilderness… from cities to villages
All in sought happiness, to make heart leap in joy as match while sorrow reign him
Here gave life the poor, washed feet the old, gave food the starved, sheltering desolate and the unsheltered, bathe still in streams, drank in with others
Here joy found, shielded within…
Well hence in sorrow still for fate blind ye of happiness?
Perhaps true happiness dwells deep within all us,
That sought to explore others, we discover joy truest,
Give smile those ‘round you and happiness shall starve thee not.