Again

Beauty is not in ‘the rare’

It is the classic repetition

& availability of what is dear.

I am not a fan of ‘the past’

History is safely tucked in memory

Somewhere

There is no crime in repetition:

To live, to breathe, to love!

Oh beloved,

walk with me

again.

voices

impressions are clearer at dusk

every single vibration
possess similar freedom of
expression

like these wild thoughts
that freely vibrates –

• in my head. But
  I don’t want to lose my mind
  from getting constantly invalidated
  by failed trials and attempts

so I sacrifice my night and dreams
that seems to take a long time

to remind myself that
it takes more time
& sometimes
near-death time
for beautiful dreams
to get accomplished.

OlaTaju