Treasure Island

Olaleye Azeem Oladipupo


Like The Early Morning Rising Trees


Once upon a journey I took on
But the road bent into streams
A dream I used to dream
And the clouds fade into the Sun.
Where are we heading?
This beginning seem like the ending

And on one morning, I was up
I took my bath in the nightfall leaves
And got high on the cold evening breeze
Yet again, another morning, I was up.
Why are we still here?
It seems so far and yet so near

Little rain, little wind, little sunshine
Every other perfect night
I give it another try, I give it a fight
Little frown, little smile, I grasp to shine.
Where have we reached?
Even at the start, it seems we finished

So much I got deeper in my lost,
In this gray world, which growls fast by
And each passing try, time passes by
Yet another dream bursts into frost.
Are we so totally free?
Like the early morning rising trees

Submitted: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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  • Ezekiel Geoffery (6/10/2014 2:04:00 PM)

    excellent piece of writting. your lines are free flowing like a ship sailling in a calm sea, nice and easy (Report) Reply

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