abhorrence substitutes obedience
I don't think he would subscribe to me
he loves to hunt the air, that is the life he lives
the air is meant to ease your journey
but you want to catch and possess it forever
a nincompoop indeed!
you keep closing your hand thinking you have caught it
you have been fooled!
nothing is found, your fingers mock you
he doesn't care if anyone is hurt
his face has been clouded as the cloud seals the illuminance of the sun
the air controls him now, he should be the one to do so
''up and down'', ''to and fro'', he flies
he thinks he's saturated, but he still has much to learn
the great rabbi will teach him
he lacks sapience as he continues to fail helplessly
''gbuaaaaa...'' he meets his waterloo today
the air assists the combustion as it supplies oxygen
he won't dare to hunt the air never again
By: AYOOLUWA
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