Obaba Museum

I may not rhyme with words in poetic flows
But I’m constantly engaged in a mystic dialogue or monologue,

Weird?
Well I’m just a wandering soul floating and gloating around,

It’s so hard to ignore the voices I hear, constantly haunting and taunting me,

I shut my ears and eyes but the voice seems well articulate, conveying vivid imageries not far from reality,

I’m constantly reminded of my insecurities, inadequacies and flaws,

I believe in you Ben just keep fighting Ola says,

But how difficult it is facing the immediate reality around,

The fears of losing the only one of value I have due to sh*ts unfigured,

It’s difficult to keep fighting but I still do , at least, for that special one.