I prepare to wake!


seeing the heights
i can’t climb
with heart sober
from bed of loftness
i love my sleep
the warmth of my blankets
the nation
outside neeeds me
but i am resting
please pardon me
i will come when the sun gets hotter
that’s when the flowers bloom
from their nanny buds
please don’t nnip me
i need to see the future
when am ready
oh my brother
why my sister
am not lazy
but am planning
my day before
the cock crows
so that i wake prepared
not wake to prepare

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