I am going home.

Filled with ecstasy at first,
It's called love at first sight
But like a smoke it faded away
The innate love gradually waxing cold.

Tired of the ever lifeless haven
Fed up with the unending light-less times
Brown is the water and black is the heart.

Struggling to make head way but
The head is continually beaten by
The only source of illumination.

I'm going home!
Away from extorts of the knights
And exploitation by the institutions in broad day lite.

Not that home is blatantly a Heaven,
The home is not really a better place
But, it's still a father compared to the son of this place!

©Gbolahan, Justice ABIOLA