Tomorrow is almost here,
Today must be different,
History must not repeat itself,
Like an alarm.

I can hear the bells,
Is it nuptial or wake?
It's solemnly loud to my ears.

"I should have it figured out;
The hoop and the ball
I should dunk before rebound
While it's day. "

Ese ya ju moto (when one's legs is faster than a car
Ara ni fabo si( One's body will feel the impact)
These shores are distinct,
Our timelines; different,
in arrival and departure.

An abacus for latecomers ,
And a minute silence,
for newcomers with a badge of lateness.

© Dazzyella