Nsikak Vincent

 When you actually  think life is done playing games on you Things help you realise it's only just the beginning

S he reflects more of my thoughts, H ung upon the emotions of many, S waying thicker and thicker, In the absence of light. Frustrated by our inabilities, Blinded by our greed and pursuit, Revolving to life's Hassel, The same hell with different faces. Her most subtle smile, Mixed with tear and love, How deeply I miss you mother, Your mirror reflects you in me..

L ife gives us freedom to dream, L ife can sometimes kill those dreams, N othing can stop you from dreaming, B ut the reality there is that! D reams were made To be used And some wasted..