In Here Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

In here
A world of little options
determining when and what goes in the mouth
determines when your chamber is shut.
Sleep, eat and pray
the best you can hope for.

How did he get here?
What did she do?

Realising being 'good' may not be so good
being 'bad' may not be as bad,
but then all must choose her journey
all must walk their route.

In here
A world of little options
managing that little, your prerogative.