• tunjimustawphar 23w

    With the darkness of every night
    And the brightness of each day

    With every tick of the clock
    And the crow of the cock

    With every breath of our moments
    Walking heedlessly in our raiments

    Thinking not of a day to come
    When our souls will be asked to return

    With every word that we say
    A part of us fades away

    Lost in the shadows of this world
    Neglecting the blistering reminders of beyond

    Tunji Mustawphar