what you're searching for
you will find it
and have no clue at all
is what she said to me
with moist eyes and a firm mind
That Saturday as she walked away.
Oh how I shrugged without a thought
as she turned a dot in my horizon
now it's a year like yesterday
that she's been gone
and her tracks are cold.
And uber has become
a painful reminder
of how I paid afiver
for one to drive my joy away.
Folake was my time, but I let her fly
she was my world, but I built a wall
and trapped myself on the rougher side
Tortured by sounds without a sight.