You Drift Along Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

Unlike the goat
To whom a beautiful piece
Of classical music
Is just another bleat,
You see the smiles
The laughter, the winks
The awkward naughty stares
And that mocking tone
That punctuates the hearty laughter.

You hear the sound of your name
And that conspiratorial note
Just before a meeting's called;
You hear the debate
And sense the heat go notches higher.
But just like a lost island
In the midst of the vast ocean,
Just like the lone moon
In the midst of a host of constellation
You drift along
Wondering when it'll all come to an end!