Revert me to the earliest time
I seek not to wallow
In the last forsaken moment
Time transcends might
It's a criterion to weigh

My laps seems to elapse
And I shall not rue my bad
Inevitable, it is for man
Chant me my best praises
Invoke my volkgeist of passion

Parallel days and dynamic moments
Life plunges deeper I perceive
And then strangled by imminent tasks
My fate, I await at the peak of suspense
As I remain inclined in a closed covet

The summit arrives abruptly
Children of sagged time wail
Their tears constituted the volume of the Niger
My solemn advise lies thus;
Recline, reason, repeat and don't regret.





© Yusuf Muhammad