Argument is flimsy against
proof.
Fickle, as pensioners of
Morpheus’ Train.
Experience produces depth as
blue skies
Are tangible statements for
better days.
We stand on the plains of
promises
And claim the length and
breadth as ours.
All our tomorrows are
bursting at the seams,
Here we stand only counting
the hours.
Akpan
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