Unburdened Air Poem by Olawale Oluwole

Is there any choice
But to drift through the news,
A lone wanderer in endless humbles,
While blankets lie abandoned,
And the poor man stands unclothed,
Exposed to the quiet judgment of the day.

Breathe it out
The air thick with mysteries
Hidden behind the woven lies.
Who can forge his dreams?
Who bends only to gather crumbs
That make the sun seem gentle?

The sun burns friendly-hot,
Yet spurns the hay left to dry.
Why do we clutch dogma,
Searching in others' thoughts
For proof that we exist?

Are you still echoing another's voice,
Still singing your brother's songs?
Release it, beloved,
Let the air carry you free,
So your steps weigh nothing,
And the world may bend
Beneath the imprint of your own life.