Some sums add up to something.
Like I have a ghost writer,
Life is playing like a clip
Dark nights become more brighter.

The action slowly builds up
While the scenes keep flipping still
Through the many pages carved
I must leave some, others, kill.

Sometimes, drama no be here
Emotions fly, tears dry up
People come and go always
Some sums add up to something.

Victor Oyedele

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