within this omen in my heart
I strangle my moment on earth
to shrink out the usefulness of it
and the otherwise a bit
soaring on a two wheel steel
at a gross shoot of speed
on a vacation of long peril
the spirit of the dangers haunts at will
under my rugged tatch
ahead is a dangerous patch
in the calmness of the night
my candle sobs for light
Hocus-pocus are those, for they are gone
with some little pose, i will be done
Copyright(C) 2008 (Stephen Afolabi)