Write up- The Boss
The Boss
I am standing striving still at my desperation
Thoughts flowing fiercely free from my inspiration
I dont know how heaven heals this life constipation
I think and wonder why we wish even in deep complication
From childhood we cried crawl crave without a cesarean operation
Life aint smooth swinging swiftly sweet without corruption
We searching solely solemnly for our destination
After the moaning mourning morning joy comes with inexplicable constriction
I realized don't live life leaving love aside for minutes of selfish designation
Am just in a blue black big boss bus and yet i feel like the boss in my own nation.
Dr Jide Oyegbile
@itsjblaze
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