Is There Option? Poem by Oluwole Olawale Michael

Is there any option?
We might have fallen apart
Waiving down into a deep pit
Where sorrow and sadity
Have become a beautiful song
Hope and fate have drawned into an ocean
We have no pity on our future
There's no other option than to liquor
Vision have changed to that phantom masque
Which no one is ready to put on
But the remedy could be stranded
To promote the outermost feelings
The world itself spanned anticlockwisely
The longitude and latitude
Can't summone their bearings right
Why are we still driving the boat
That doesn't belong to the sea?