Godspower Oshodin - MY STRIVING AFTER WIND

My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
I drew dreams dramatically,
Relaxing on pleasures emphatically
Yet, I call for a life worthwhile
It’s a quest quaking futile.

I’m insatiable, this life on throne
My sacred life is stiffening like stone.
In sacred mission I refuse
Only to the peak of wealth I transfuse.
I sense this long journey cut short
I’m revoking the ways of my thought.
Today I give closely this poetic hind
I agitate my striving after wind.

Godspower Oshodin

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