Running through the families
Without any trace of lilies
But they call it lineage

Fingers grown from birth
They come always in pairs
From the ones to the tenth

Growing up in your teens
You start to question so much
The nature of weird means

If this was this
Wouldn’t it have been better
Does it even matter

Grieving over loneliness
Over helplessness
And Hopelessness

Life is a simple complicated season
It is not balanced for a reason
Just play your role

Written By: ©Erlie Physhers (Abuku Emmanuel Kwaku)

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