IN MY SHOES
I carried myself water
in a sack of litre
and the world thinks
that am crazy while thousand
more think that a lazy
or walking while drowsy.
Less do the world know
that am not a sleeping walker
but always awake at sleep
coz the sleeping MP at the parliament
gave me a thousand reasons
to stay awake and yet
the bed maker gave me
thousand reasons to buy a bed.
They don't know my struggle
because they are too busy
noticing my troubles
not even the governor falling
asleep while attending briefings
and forget thier own problems
because they don't know
who the fool is.
Sometimes i just wish
you were in my shoes
and taste the feeling
not even the rejection
or your cruel hatred
that i feel........
but my bossom and how
i feel about you and yet
i still call you a bro
because my still care
i wish you could feel the same
way as me.
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