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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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