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