Where Do We Go From Here?

When would we read this life like a book?
Who would right our stories with fairness?
What must be done should be done right, right?
Why would this rules sick our mental state?
Where can we get a good hide from here?

The pages do not stop counting up
No man is safe from this witch-hunt life
We seem to be right in all our ways
Sometimes, I don’t understand life
I want to run, but I love to fight.

Victor Oyedele