These Roads Poem by Adeosun Olamide

these roads are long and bad,
that I cannot wish for more,
and though the destination is at hand,
the trip has sulked the fuel of my soul,
and worn my blood and wrinkled my heart.

these road that is bad, owing its length,
has lent to my engine, a spent,
where all the desire of the early times,
are as gone, along the desire it should sate,
that now, I only wish for the end of it,
and only wish for the beginning of it.

the hours play my aspiration a burden,
that I have lost the wheels of mine,
and though here, the road never ends,
when it is a path, to recover the life,
a life that is spent on the road.