Inside me, Mr. Self
My own self talking to me
Puzzled in galaxies of ideas
No road in front or behind
Yes, many patterns in me
So hard to describe
Who is who?
Whose side is the clearest
Then ego said again
I'm your mister, the king to ask
Look! for
Your soul needs your
Attention.
Opwonya Joel Onen.
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