One Day…

When is our time here due?
Can our strength carry us through?
After all the lights and scream
Everything else is less than a dream.

Flow with the cold and dance to the steam
If it burns, please scream
There’s no such thing as a single view
Everything you think is true.

One day it would be day one
The easy life we must shun
We would be here till we turn sand
The pain and pleasure we should bland.

Victor Oyedele