OFF-GRID

I seriously wish you would just move Staying static never helped anyone Have you no dreams or aspirations? Desires to achieve what you could become Perhaps you're comfortable with your current status Being left alone always gave you peace But you're too scared to reach out Afraid your attempts to connect would make you freeze I don't really need you to change Accepting what you are is the best form of truth But you're missing out on something real beautiful So crack your shell and flex out your youth   - KIDD🍷

Photo credit - Pinterest It gets boring after a while, I'll admit  It's so easy to me that I don't put effort  I don't even have to make this rhyme  It all comes together like an afterthought  After I wrote the 15th poem of the day, I felt strained  It was too easy and it felt unfair  Where was the challenge they promised me?  Little wonder I push away the confidence and look for fear  Beethoven must have been bored with his gift  Michelangelo must have looked for something special  But they kept doing it despite its ease  So I'll press on with a task so menial    - KIDD🍷

Am I thinking straight, Kemi? Fún ọdún mẹ́ta báyìí, ìwọ ni ìyàwó kejì ọ̀rẹ́ mi He introduced us, o sì rẹ́rìn-ín músẹ́, i forgot about you until the trouble started   kokoko ẹnu ilẹ̀kùn mi kò jẹ́ kàyéfì mọ̀ọ́ Am I being honest, Kemi? You belong to a man who has been good to me Ṣùgbọ́n èrò ọkàn mi ń sọ pé kí n kọtí ọ̀gbọ́in But as you lay in my bed, tí a ń fara yí ra, My head rumbles for reasons we are betraying our benefactor Kílódé tí mi ò fi ṣòjòjò, Kemi? you're all I think about even though it's not right Ó ti di àṣà láti yọ́ jáde lọ́gọ̀njọ́ Ní gbogbo àfẹ̀mọ́júmọ́, I am sad as you're off to your matrimonial home But I am happy because if beauty were time, you would be eternity! KIDD🍷

The pangs are still there but I ignore them now It's no use wanting what won't still come The pain is bearable if I push it far If someone were to offer me, I'm sure I'd try some I didn't ask to feel this way The sickness embraced me before I could resist  It ravages me especially at high noon By midnight, I regret that I still exist  They say I'll recover but I don't feel any different  It slowly consumes me and I can't fight back  The pangs come again and I turn away from the doctor  How do I tell the doctor that I what I crave is the blood in the drip sack   - KIDD🍷