The closer you are
The blinder you get
Step back and take a breather
Demons are fallen angels

The higher you are
The harder to breathe
Come down from your ether
Gravity is on a winning streak

The faster you are
The shorter the ecstasy
Your deeds are your memorial
The purpose of the end is the journey

– Osasu Oviawe

It is lonely and surreal in Gethsemane
Choose your cross wisely
The road ahead might seem daunting
But it always ends in glory

Remember the gift called free will
You will account for your choices
Remember the gift called free will
It does not free you from your crosses

There’s a cross for every choice
Whether you choose or not
There’s an ear for every voice
Whether you listen or not

– Osasu Oviawe

There’s a myth about shooting stars and wishes that goes thus – When a shooting star flashes across the night’s sky and you catch a glimpse of it, you should make a wish as that wish will come to be. The interesting thing about the myth is although there are many steady twinkling stars that light up the night sky; the most special is the one that runs across scarcely saying hi.

In my life’s sky, I have had many dear friends that have twinkled and brightened my dark and lonely moments. I have however, only known you for a short while, but in you, all my wishes come true.

I love you, my shooting star.

– Osasu Oviawe