The happiness in knowing that you achieved what you wanted to, is so worth more than all you gave for it.
With every step...it only gets closer.

Shaydee shay

Only in trust
Can deceit take root
Bear it's fruits,
The conceits
With which man,
His nakedness conceals.
The lackadaisical tongue
Stewing up words
That reflect the egocentiric -
State of mind,
Eccentric,
Lost in the city looms
Spending currencies of pretence
That reveal the neediness
Of his facade -
Indeed,
King in his own world
The real life river
that forgot its source.
Unfulfilled promises,
A few among
The many bridges burnt.
Liable to rust
The flesh is not to trust
And the narcissistic acrobatics
Of a man's mind
The father of all discord.

Fimishola Samuel
12-10-14