Today, I’ll work my best
and leave the rest
Today, I’ll make the words count
Even when I’m being blunt
How will I know what I want?
When everyday, all I do is put up a front
Being confused about life and all its lifelessness
And constantly being blamed for my carelessness
Yet, I’ll still work
Work for what though!
Living life without purpose?
But what do you propose?
Do I then let go of my education?
Abandon the ones who look up to me in starvation?
No that won’t cut it
I have to work to make it
It’s obvious all the world seeks are working people
People who would give
regardless of whether or not they have what it takes
At the end, leaving them with nothing to forgive
I’ll make my mark
Hitherto, whatever would be would be
When walking through the strides fails
My heart I believe, always prevails
I’ll take that chance
While in the trance
To make an alluring gaze
Through the maze
With hopes of all smiles in the end
Written By: Favour Ojika