Nothing feels good like
Watching your movie
Behind the scene of life
There you get to see
How your antagonist has been
Planting dagger in your bedchamber
Waiting for you to rest in peace.

Nothing feels better like
Knowing you only matter to
Those busy bees who see you
As the crumbs they need to get home
When they’ve lost track of theirs
Even if you have to go hungry
Just to let go of yourself as crumbs.

Nothing feels the best like
Seeing your flaws slapping you
On your cheek like the artist’s paint
Priced to be worth millions of treasures
Only for money to be paid with a left
Ear home to the abyss. All in all, you remain
An actor on your stage. Return well!

Bard Tosin Morakinyo

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