THE BUSY ROADS (for career choice)- by Olaniyi Abdulwaheed
I
Some, very busy Roads, glitter on the path of cheers
Tiled with counsels and visions, dreams
In the influx of ante- step to the gristle of goals
Grasp with emotion, passion without discretion
There on the Roads, the busy road, dreams
Of masquerading
Mirage and sight
The busy Roads are worshipped
Like god with no grimace of gristle or goggle at glum:
At dusk and dawn, sojourners travel with flight.
So the busy Roads take shoulder high in the sky
There must be no flaw of the speeding vision
Lest the sky falls and the earth tears to tear its
tears
There must be travelers
There must be sojourners
Even with vision of no missions,
There must be trippers
On the busy Roads
Trippers of these busy Roads
Are not only those who trek on the heart of the
future,
Those, whose goals seethe, also hire the bus of the
busy Roads
While the amorphous mission wanders before stipend of
the pouch
Still, strife thrives to glow in the sky
Still, the sky pouched for some
Till the vigor of their goals broke.
There must be travelers
There must be sojourners
Even with vision of no missions,
There must be trippers
On the busy Roads
Not only strife that thrives in the busy Roads, last,
Not only mission, being pouched, die after its death
Some missions live after death
Some visions die while alive.
Only flowers irrigated in arid land
Banished grave from desert
There must be travelers
There must be sojourners
Even with vision of no missions,
There must be trippers
On the busy Roads
These Roads are straight without ribs that cross its
path
These Roads are slippery
Easy to fall and rise
II
but some other roads
I know
roads
that have no sight to walk by sojourners
roads
that built it tracks with legions of labyrinths
difficult to trek, easy not to slip
the less busy roads
I know,
dark as charcoal, buried, in the throes of the night.
the roads
with flowing garment of mockery
covers its dreams with ribs
its visions are hidden in the belly of time,
but if slippery tongues sucks on its,
it cannot last on palate for minutes,
unlike the busy Roads.
dark roads
never worn long trousers
knickers segued on its hips
like ballet dancers on the stage of future concerto
to coax moments of chuckles in its chicks
the need to trek the roads
is the moment for pains and gains
yet,
There must be roads
There must be roads
There must be roads
Where the morsel can
travel
Roads
with pains for gain.
These roads
are laced with woods and gold
Silver and diamond
Only the brave hearts can trek the path
With coaxing moment of no doubt.
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