This is a shard like a clothe too silky to wear for everything points to an end with no ideas from the learned.
I heard voices
One said I'm a human who came into existence through the imagination of God.
Another said I'm just the portrait of the divine Being found through oases of dreams.
Then who am I?
The Ancient word imagines not for he owns the kingdom furs.
People call me Ayobami, a name I inherited while I was born
Father conversed with mother and they agreed to name me, 'me'
I own a body just like a suit owns a suitcase.
I'm a spirit living in a body.
What if the life in my body strays and strolls away?
Then my body won't answer to my name.
My spirit treks countless times through dreams,imaginations,visions and it journey with strength and power,
What if it looses its way back and occupies another body?
The other will speak a language people won't understand.
Spirits speaks the same language but bodies different tones.
I am a spirit,not made of sand
That I know well for I was just living in the earth meant for men.
Who am I?
What's my name?
How did i come to be?
Who are my parents?
Who are my friends?
I live like a dead man.
I live in a dusty mess.
How would I think straight?
Pure soul in an impure covering!
I just wish I know my name
I would tell it to the world
But I'm nameless
Living in a named body.
