Slow Motion Commotion Poem by Otatade IseghohiOkojie

What's all the commotion
people mov-ing
slow motion
Picking at puzzles
Toothpick in hand,
Glasses on nose
Nervously stands
numbers buzzing like bees
Zooming in flight,
I was up all night,
Just tryna be bright,
Not counting the shuffling
Of papercut money,
A bear is starved,
Yet wont swallow the honey,
Gulp it down
They say
Swish it
and swirl it,
tired and fed
You can definitely hurl it,
Come on,
they goad,
Life's gallop at pace,
It's musical chairs,
You cant find your
Place?
Such mess,
De-stress
branch like veins,
feet drag,
Tongue complains
What's the commotion,
Everything in your orbit,
moves quietly in
motion.

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie