"Young"

We are, juveniles.
Still nipples developing into breasts.
Crude beings with bulging ebullience,
Credulous and inexperienced.

Young adults, we are.
Tussling our noddles over the needless.
Saddling our chests with onuses, regardless
Of the already sagging 'wahala' of the latter.

Sipping from a glass of disjointed affluence.
Ignorant of the bane streaming into liths of the abdomen.
Gallivanting on the tray of life,
Only to get served in the manus of failure.

We're young.
Wandering, hopelessly in coils.
Racking the streets of the brain;
Attempts all foiled, every pull soiled, and in vain.
©Daniel Kolade Adewoye