Abimbola Olukoju


Can I Be Myself Again

These eyes of mine i can not close again
Seen it all as it unfolds in my world
Haven been shape by the clay around me
World now made me what i am

Wind blows over my being
Not strong enough to blow away my externalities
Jumped in the river of self but can not be washed
Where is the real me, where can i search

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