After strife,
Comes the extreme excesses of
bitterness,
The metamorphosis of trife.
Hasty lopsided eagerness
To undefined idolized
individual dignities.
Men seeking the substance in
vanities
Trip over blinding signs of
reality.
Why chase after fakes
When you can claim the
original with a legal ticket?
It’s like fighting over lakes,
Or blindly trading thickets
For greenwood fir trees,
When you can easily pick a
forest or sail the seven seas;
Keeping your head up is not
an option.
Actually, it’s the only right
decision.
So if I’m gonna make it,
I’m gonna make it how I
choose it
Akpan
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