Rattlling Of A Street Philosopher Poem by Jide Pounds Ibitoye

Write of the hope you feel, the Courage that your mind sings
When the one you are made to be to the world rings
You spread your arms with your eyes closed soaked in the tunes of Cheers.
Tread softly, after the grace, some are always behind the curtain to serve you tears
In my own world, beauty and love beams through and out of us
We ride hard ön the aesthetithespian horse
Shaping every thoughtful mind as we choose to
Overiding the unicorn of their heart in artician battle
I'm the skylark that soar in the open wind
On the shoulder of spot show i'm leaned.