Olúwafèyíṣarámi

You speak And I'm expected to listen Oh, wonderful orator! You speak And I'm  expected to trust (that what is said is absolute), I am expected not to process the thought Let alone, disagree. But I dare to speak And just as suddenly, We speak different tongues, And cry for interpreters to come to our aid. I slowly speak, Yet my words reach you on a different frequency What possibly will you have me say? Either I dance to your tune Or else, I'm toying with your destiny? You speak, Or is it possible I am the one not hearing rightly? How did we get here? When did translators become a norm? Lord knows I'm not over this. But this is where we are... This is the colour of our friendship Or whatever 'this' is This is what we have become. I watch on as this drama unfolds.

Wish I could say what really is going in Wish I could tell you That I've had no release to reply Wish I could tell u just how I feel inside Wish you could see that I am a mess. And would rather say a million things While saying nothing. ... For either way, I doubt it makes a difference. All that is required is an answer I don't readily have. I wish I did though.... For I'm gonna miss you. I wish I could break protocol And give you the first kiss To send you forth and bring you back home. But I guess he has some other plans. It has to be your choice. So I take the back seat I'm choosing to wait Not even this can ruin it for me. For I have lived my whole life That the Father may be pleased. I won't trade that future for anything. I'll trust even in tears. I'll hope even against hope. Irrespective of the outcome.