Cats Among Roars Poem by OMOYAJOWO OLAOLUWA

Always in total confusion about where to throw the stone
Observing nook and cranny on the same tone
Invariably I sing the songs but in low tones
I believe within myself that I will plan where there are no thorns
Always perceiving and never tasting in my mood
Are mine not a lake, yet nothing to bud
Observing the omnipotence of my mind within my spirit, over my kind
All in me and yet, my body still subject to such kind
What should I do, when should I do and where should I do, do
Patience I have, all the rest of my life, yet never in good mood
I carried it all alone and it is invisible to observers
Of whom shall I, at what time, who is the giver
Showing forth in my eyes, of whom shall I eye
Sooner or later I know I will overcome and tie
For it awaits me and feel as I do, one of likely mind
I will be shaped, constructed, and formed and ready to be bind