free flow of thoughts...
I crept down in the HOLE,
Like a MOLE
Without a SOUL
I make it out in a WHOLE
I pen down the LINES
Like WAR merged in MINES
The pen bears my MIND
I walked down the LANE
As my thoughts flow INSANE
The ink CREATES SCENES.
I live in the MOMENT
Separated from ARGUMENT
seizing my MOVEMENT
Life throw PUNCHES
But we build BRANCHES
To live in BUNCHES
Swimming the TIDE
In all SIDES
Never to HIDE.
I SMILE
For I have walked a MILE
For the gold-MINES.
~ Patrick Ekong ©️
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