His name I know
His face I haven't seen
His thoughts seems familiar
But even his presence I haven't felt.

It must be my imagination playing tricks on me
But still I have been holding on to this imaginations for quite sometime now.

"Dayo" that's the name
Dayo, the name that is stuck in my head like a permanent inscription that is meant to stay for a life time.
Dayo, if truely your existence is a puzzle that I have to complete then I'm afried all I have is just four alphabets D.A.Y.O. if only I could get a clue.
Dayo, the man in my imagination
if truely you exist
if truely we have a story
Then I can't wait to meet you.