In twos we were made
A part of us yearns for the hills
Another lingers in the valleys
And in between these thin lines
We wandered on the edges of reality
Asking who we are.
Are we truly made to know all about us
Are there not times we wonder what we want
We are just but straws of mystery strewn together
Awaken to life with a cry
And expired from life with a sigh
And all along the cradle and the coffin
We keeping asking who we are
©Olatuja Oloyede
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