Focus: This Picture (II)

We’ve found comfort in misery
In places that hold our imaginations
Turn them around, and color them wild
These dreams have become nightmares, day-scares
These nightmares keep us alive,
Stairs our way through day time
And if a desert ever holds footprints,
Ours would be holding us too
Pulling us away from forged realities
For we truly live without our heads
And when we walk,
The pictures would never fade
We can do little without the attachment
The heart and soul being one
The unreal and real become one.

Victor Oyedele