A Palinode In Between

Farewell to the things unachieved.
To empty my head of every dream I’m sleeping for,
Still waking up everyday standing where i was the day before.
Sometimes wind becomes really chilly,
And i really want to put some clothes on
But on a day i can’t remember,
I vowed never to give in to cold.

A party I’ll throw the day i hit my bull’s eye,
Feeding my guest with a plate full of beef.
Raising a glass filled with any kind of expensive wine.
For all the i things i laid flat on the reading table,
i take back,
And quietly pursue my goals.

Victor Oyedele