Thomas

Not every cloud make the blue bright sky weep
The plot could change, and sink in the steep heights
Take a shot, and aim to leap high enough
Mark a good spot to keep your soul alive
Don’t get tied, and caught deep in no man’s land
To Thomas, lose sleep knot, close every door
Be the good sheep without dot of a patch
Make a heap of wool, remain hot for life
To peep is deadly sin, that can rot one
Sweep through the flowing doubt, hope for a slot.

Victor Oyedele