Flawlessness Poem by Tosin Adesokan

If I could go and correct my flaws
My history will be perfect
I will go and cut my claws
I will go back without waking the cricket


If I were a seer
I would have run to the future
I will try to correct the flaws and make it clear
Flaws won't be part of my culture


But future is full of mysteries
You will surely rest from travels
Even, if it is full of berries
We can go with million raffles


Histories are gone
I can't pay for my history
My exhibits must clearly burn
Don't blame me, I can't pay for history


I will sail away without paddle
But my history will never be paid for
With candles, I sail away to my cradle
Where two is always four


Future is alluring me with it mystery bait
It's cunning me to start over
My journey, I will never abate
Never! Don't let my history take over.