Sometimes, it’s just a blank wall
I see in front of me,
I retreat, I go back
To get a better perspective,
But the wall gets bigger…
Sometimes, I’m lost
In the oblivion of now
In the void of the present
In the hollow of time
But I hope to find my way…
(c) Chukwudi I.
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