The city that growls in laughter and merriment suddenly becomes silent
A ghost town is what it is called now the people slowly becoming silent.

Gidi state of mind is what my city is called but the hustle stay silent nothing is in sight
A pandemic is what we heard was coming but the real suffering is in sight.

Tired of living so many suicide thoughts already enveloping the mind of a believer
Another day another drama I won't lie the pain can be felt by a true believer.

The silent city was once loud nothing could shake what we believe in
But persistence is key I choose to imagine a new reality we all believe in.

The wake of a pure morning gesturing down the heavy heat
Africa is my mother land tell the foreigner not to mind the scorching heat.

Looking back to the soil how rich and blessed the people feel
But a mere touch of the soil would show you the pain the people feel.

Don't pry into their agony because the suffering can get much
Everyone in the midst of it all hoping and grinding to get much.

The paper is just a tip of what you are getting if you look deep down
But the pain and the triumph after the sweat will push you up and down.
The sound of hope makes men look up and down in triumph.

Mind deepened as soon as I pick up the ink and scribble
Not knowing the next step to take but still directing a new scribble.

The block is now constant I really need to get the information out anyway
My readers already anxious waiting for the legendary poet to come deliver anyway.

Nobody realises that the mind is filled with different stumbling blocks that can *******
Matching the ideas together already but the outcome would make you *******.

A new direction is the only true essence of what am getting for myself
If you mind for a bite just tap in the story that I just told you about myself.

Born in the family of an heavy fighter
Aimted to be a great believer than a fighter.

A new legacy that am working on so I can get fame
Not following the trend that was already in place so I can change the game.

The flows waking me up at my alone time I could see the direction change
A new wave showing me the way I could feel the energy making me to change.

The pen am holding is meant to change lives and steer a new ship
The writer is born with a clear purpose some don't realise they can clinge to the moving ship.

Ideas flowing in even on lonely days the dairy of a lonely writer giving the power to change the game
Physically drained but emotionally still the same writer that will use his ideas to change the game

Sinking back into reality as I step back leaning on a legacy that refuses to get old
Strange but ****** nothing beats how the little things play a huge part in what chooses to unfold.

Reminiscing on a faint moment that persist to leave rendering me helpless on the face of reality
Stern look that society seldom glance at because deep down everyone is facing their own scared reality.

Faded problems at least that was what I got as I gave a deep sigh sinking deep into this profound element
The sick view of my thinking chair would leave you wondering if you can outrun a single element.

Time is a lot like a drop of water
Each drop and the sound gets closer like an heartbeat.

Don't miss out on the life opportunities it can  still be missed.

Each grip shows how close you are actually  to what stares at your face
The drip that makes the noise jolts you back as you turn to your face.

A new distance is slowly built by how each steps moves towards a new direction
The past you are holding on to will definitely make you lose the new direction.

Time is like a mystery to some while
those who understands it value the use of time

How do you describe that feeling, when your device keeps blowing up.
Deep down you have one eye glued to your goals, but society won't let you stay up.

The illusion that we need to satisfy all the energy, that comes our way is never enough.
Times are changing so get your priorities right, people tend to channel their pain, though you until you've  had enough.

The only thing shielding you from achieving a whole lot more, is how you spend time with yourself.
But a whole lot of people that don't understand this principle, creep up on you, when you have time for yourself.

Decision making time how would you achieve the impossible, when you are shielding your own growth
"A stitch in time saves nine" is very crucial so learn to stay foused on your growth.

A lot of what am missing in my mind is always found close to my body
Need what I want but the outer ego letting people stare at my body.

What marvel to the world some would say
How could he possess so much some will say.

While am just unseen to myself doubting what I cherish the most
Isn't my place on earth felt by who detest me the most.

Life knocking me down like everyone else don't hate
The too much details on me is affecting how I change the hate.

Learning a new way to implement what have learnt by passing the bar
Little did I know that help would come from someone who was been called to bar.

Handling projects day in and out steadily like have reached the bar
But the situation warrants a new technique I think I need to get a drink at a bar.

Withdrawing from society anytime I hit a brick wall was me setting a bar
But the distinguish way I touch the bar won't let me know how sit at the bar.

Heart pounding still revealing the hidden wound that never cease to close in place.
Pushed around heading to a precise destination hoping the waves fix us in place.

Different mistakes floating onto the surface making us close our face in shame
Mind buggled heading to the law still trying very hard to cover up the little shame.

The journey looks beautiful when looked at from the finish line holding the ribbon with pain.
Letting nature fix the troubled waves is best if we are still willing to get rid of this single pain.

Two friends locked in a tight embrace longing to get back all they have missed
Reactions of onlookers expecting to see similar fiction a scene they have missed.

Problems that are supposed to be shared but deep down lay quiet with the wind
One look and then the stare continues like a bird ready to fight against the wind

Time will tell how the story will end when two gradually grows Into groups
The two friends in the game might disappear but you can't find them in groups.

My life is like a self afflicted job always seeing the unseen before anybody else
The pen that stay stuck to my hands always writing the unheard before anyone else.

Life of a poet I didn't even prepare my head for the life journey am heading down
Nemesis catching up on me before I make a quick sound
Holding on to a new believe that am left in the ground.

Different changes all around wondering if am still alive
Unseen is like a temporary illness it won't go only with Unheard.

The story follows suit of how a voiceless person can comprehend
I was just ripped off my pride I hope the everyday person can comprehend

Not knowing who to run to I was gestured back to reality by a hand gesture
I was mesmerizing when those hands started healing me with his gesture.

Soon I had a feeling I was directed to an higher purpose than I left behind
The voice in my head that was silent now began to pick what it left behind.

My journey was fruitful soon as the voiceless helper changed what I had in mind.

A pawn was just molded for the sole purpose of obeying a new master
Obedient like a glass but empty like a cup in the bid to please his new master.

Life pointing towards different direction but the way out is still the same
The hungry masters clamouring for a jolly meal while the slave stays the same
Undiscovered and never growing until the day she realizes how she remains the same.

Steadily looking out for the masters that would use the whip upon her back
How the watchful masters sounded when the took her pride behind her back.

Descending into another dimension of her life
Already changing matters from domestic to  family life.

Still scared of the watchful eyes of her masters as they prey behind her back.

Just came back from the restroom for the tenth time I think I have a drinking problem
Eyes wide shot but my bottle water still stay glued to my hands as if I am the problem.

Another noise from the crowd I believe they need a new dose of what I have
The only solution to every problem is what I have in my hand that I have.

Water solution is like a new medicine you can't do without it even if you try
I need to have my bath is the water warm enough I asked before I fry.

Breakfast is the new charm boil a cup of water I think I need the tea to enjoy my day
Water therapy is a new bliss you need to include it if you want to enjoy your day.

**** text asking for a little skin approach don't be scared
The demand is getting high not the less don't act scared.

New reason to demand for what your desires can push out
Line up a new reason to rediscover yourself when heading out.

Clothes off your mind a new perspective can shake you towards the right direction
Not knowing what tomorrow holds is still a new reason to define your own direction.

What are you in this life for is the right question to ask your very existence

Why are you bent on destroying the future that is bleak
Why don't you want to grow out of your comfort zone.

Why is life treating you like you won't get out of it
Why don't the answer add up so you can have a suitable answer.

Why won't you accept that life throws the same lessons twice
Why is the "Y" questions filled with a lot than you can comprehend.

Why don't you decide on how the outcome would look like
Why don't the reality sink in a way you can put in writing.

Steadily on a conscious pace aiming for the best view in the world
All I see is moving vehicles and people only when you place yourself in the middle of the world.

I am lost in the middle of the scenario i created In my head
On the look out for new adventures that I can put into writing from my head.

Moving the bricks and I slowly realize I am in the midst of my greatest treasure
My window view is the story of how I feel when I choose to embrace my best treasure.

Steady on the grind I would let the success make the loud noise
As soon as you see me running clear the path so I wouldn't make a loud noise.

On my road to success but the quiet mode activated I don't need an audience
Jotting down the ideas then making sure I pick the one to show the audience.

This late nights is taking a toll on me I really need to get my mind right
Heavy silence enveloping my mind as soon as I start to get it right.

Dosing off during the daytime even the long walks isn't possible anymore
But I am still working in silence I don't want my story to make the news anymore.

The mind of a believer is clear just like a crystal
The youth at his prime is missed up with a lot to decipher
Undergoing a clear passion to foresee the future he deciphers.

On the only lone road to actually become a true human
The mind is the only tool that projects how to see a human.

The youths rather brainstorm and meditate to achieve clarity
Youths don't actually talk they just use their mind to speak clarity.