Nothing Poem by daniel oluwatobi olaolu

Ever‘time i write is a blessing
For i know not when it w‘ll dance again
Ever‘time i open my hills and valleys for words is tempting
For i know not when they‘ll sing for gain
Life has lost its virtues
All heads want is power
And the tales the useless as a statue
The head are heading higher; the tales is starving. with conference. getting lower

I st‘ir at my pen and paper
Wondering how they'll help clean my world
For I am as weak as a sinner
Though the trees still sing the goodbye song
For our heads and tales that passed away
Life is a ping pong
Goes back and fo‘th from day-to-day

We‘ve all forgotten we came at may
The world is not ours; making living a must
Come to th‘nk we‘ve come way
We‘re all going to live them all to dust
Life is real and at the same time a fiction
We all belong here only for time
The final audition b‘con
And in heaven i hope to spend my final time