See those hustlers of this busy street
This is a small colony of confused minds
See that boy running down the street
His heart can only wander and dream
That bus driver yelling like a mad man
All he ask for is a chance to truly be a man at home
What of that man in suit wearing a sad look
His certificate has betrayed him
But he is not the only one frustrated these days
The woman hawking roasted corn by the roadside
She has PhD too
The clatters of failure must thunder
But life is never meant to stand still
The street is always full of death and darkness
But those who dare to fight
Will always find a way to win
Through the ruins of life some treasure are retrieved
In sadness strength may be found
The wind should not set the sail of our soul
We are the captains of our fates
Those who chooses to always have a say
In the matter of destiny
Will carve out for themselves better fortunes
Nothing can stop a man who discovers his true self
© Olatuja Oloyede
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