Deja vu, of all the things I dreamt of, you came out just right,
Or is this real life?
Perharps, another daydream of mine,
Carved, especially from those cravings, made at dawn,
Is this really you?
A fragment of my imaginations
Seems to have found something
Looking so perfect, just like you.
Give me something true, stronger than Emilokan, more real than Musa's Primary Six Certificate,
Made in Aba..
Purer than the billion butterflies that hail from your tongue.
Like a song, I've danced to your tune.
Look what you've made me do
A slave to my decisions
Left and right, feels so hard
Where to go, I do not know
Like a stranger in my fatherland
I'm lost.
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