IN MY TRACKS (a Spoken Word Piece)

When I was a boy

I often looked up to mama

‘Tell me what I’d become when I grow up.’

But mama never understood my plight

She called me a lawyer or an engineer

At other times she called me a soldier

Maybe for background or the state of our nation

But really those didn’t satisfy the crave in my world

Yes I want to be great and live large-to touch more lives

Have all the money in the world or command them all

But they seem too small compared to my earthly dream

If you see mama please tell her my dream

I want to record something in the sand of time

Creating a record that no one has ever done

Even if my record was eventually beaten

Either by some nobles or some highly blessed

Maybe their work may not even be as good as mine

But at least I created the record first

They all followed in my tracks

Who could defend it? They all became my clone!

by The Enigmatic: Olumide Bisiriyu

14.06.12. 1:20:1:30Pm

A special dedication to everyone whose heart desire is to be the best in their creative field