Most often than not,
I hope everything is about me
It gives me cheer,
It makes me happy…
But in reality,
If only I’d look through the fog,
Through the cloud that enveloped my mind,
Maybe I’ll see you,
Maybe we’ll share a joke,
Maybe we’ll cry together
Maybe I’ll know we’re in a cold, cold world
Maybe I’ll know when to be silent,
Maybe I’ll know when to speak
Who knows? Who knows?
Maybe I need to see less ‘I’
And more ‘U’…

(c) Chukwudi I.