TWISTED FATE By: Oliyide Ololade

Destiny the reason we thrive so much,
Some call it fate.
But perhaps its just a mirage, a fantasy or maybe its real.
All this questions we ask ourselves.
Yes we thrive to live, dragging to make thing work.
Challenges waiting by our doors to snatch us.

Ohhhhh its depressing!
Hmmm am so happy!
Ohhh am excited!
Hmmmm the pain is too much!
My God am heartbroken!
Yes am in love!

Sometimes we wonder why? How?
Why do I struggle so much, days, months, weeks and years.
Some never find d their way
Some miss it
Pleasures of life a disaster waiting to happen.

Questions left unanswered
Why do we struggle so much?
We do everything with all our strength forgetting to live
Enjoy your season enjoy your life, live in the moment,
Life is one big twisted circle, today is bad tomorrow its good. enjoy life don't sight off your dreams.

Shalom

© Oliyide Olalade

Artwork by; Victor Caroli

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