What Goes On In My Head by Festus Obehi Destiny - HTML preview

I am on a race to 21,

as the day runs,

i see less stars,

even when the moon smiles,

i feel more broken,

my clothes are fickle,

my dreams are waning,

under a million stars, i stand blind,

pressure mounts from all sides,

pent up emotion,

lust slipping through cracked distraction,

desperation becomes habit,

depression solicits blindly,

i hear kissing keys in my sleep,

i want to sleep on a model's breast and fall asleep in a pool,

imaginations brighter than my smile could ever hope

i want to order comfort from the comfort of my own couch,

i want to write a book that inspires a million songs

but as the day runs,

i see less stars,

as i grow older, i become more drab,

my parent's silence speaks volume,

success parades the world behind me but always misses my steps,

a million dreams haunts my reality still,

until my compass points south, my dreams will forever chase my peace.

Festus Obehi Destiny.

Road to 21.

For Akintola Damilare Timothy