Life is short, though long in our eyes
Yet short than anything in that wise
Life is a storming sea with our eyes we see
Since the race started we are surfing the sea
Entirely with our lives we all run after something we seek
Running after wealth like does a hawk after a chick

Life is short, my love life is short
It is high time I prepared the shot.
All my efforts so far appear to be in vain
And everything seemed done with so much pain

Cupid has wounded me with love arrow
Since then, without you, I am living in sorrow
In the ocean of love and sea of affection I am drown
Alas! You see me in the ocean you turn back and run

Lol! And behold! I am in dilemma
I have almost completely become a dreamer
I am between an inferno and the Caribbean Sea
In this sea my eyes have refused to see
My mind harbours, so much, conflicting view
My mind’s eyes are of differing view

I see in one the sign to persist
But the other sighs tell me to completely desist
One wants me to be bold
But timidity is better the other told

Even that I am in terrible fear
It does not dissuade me for I must dare.


Hidentity is an African