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If only wishes can come true,
I have one or two or maybe a few,
And they're all about you,
I would wish I am a stranger to you

Had you never been experienced,
Had you been a stranger to me,
Had you never had to be remembered,
Had you been just a mystical bee,

I might just have remained an innocent child.
I might have no cause to curse my story.
I might not have been this wild.
I might have no tragedy in memory .

For this suffering are to me unbearable,
For this stage seems to me infallible,
For this memory are to irredeemable,
For this story are to me inexpressible.

My present rope is nothing but wanton,
My emancipation lies in the hands that tighten,
The more I strive, the more I falter,
The less I strive the less I prosper,

Eventhough this is the stage my outcome is decided,
For all I care if a peasant I become,
For all I care if opulent I ended,
For all I care if destiny overcome,

All I want is my future,
For my present, I can't capture.


© Afolabi Sodiq Abioye