We scamper in innocence; deprived of turbulence; leavened with reminiscence.
We cluster in love; tailing like a lovey-dovey;
We converse in harmony; hunky-dory everything was;
With unreserved vigour we fought; albeit, with innocent tense rigour...
With immaculacy; I relive my childhood experience
Without expectancy but gripped with innocence;
With melancholic hindsight but with renewed foresight;
Hoping to live once again as a child…Phantasmagoria
We grow without crow, no raised brow;
Buoyed by pubescent; bereft of attendant assignment;
Convergence with a bound divergence;
Far-flung...each grappling with his essence.
A new dawn...never to fawn.
Grown we have become; overwhelming onus to come;
Reduce I want of age; to savour my pristine young age.
Miss YOU never of your boyhood with your neighbourhood in hood;
Idiosyncrasies but tinged with pristine crazies.
Oyeyemi,Babatunde.
