Sleep inducing concentric circles
Mutual and dual colours
Black into white
White into black
Plain platform on vertical mount
Yet I must get the bull’s eye
As hard as life itself
A focus often distracted
An aim that is disillusioned
Then the drive propelled in high velocity
In a distance so minute
Very relative energy, most of the time
I must get the bull’s eye
I must hit the target
A big hit on the nail’s head, as they do say
Here, it is the bull’s eye
For a miss; I keep on trying
For a hit; I shall never rest on my oars
I must hit the bull’s eye!
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015
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