Known Unknown

I am afraid of what to do next, Of the next item on the menu I am afraid of my own agenda One I haven't concieved.

I have patiently waited night and day I have humbly stood by dusk till dawn Solemnly standing there, come the scorch of the sun Or the pelts of the rain storm Waiting for him to return.

I have seen dirty water in gutters Not knowing, not asking what it washed To make it dirty; or Whether it ever washed anything.

He is never wrong in his calculations. Just as a monkey vaults from one branch to the next, Never falling, never missing a step, Apt and precise in his "off books" documentation. He never misses his numbers, they are forever spot on.

Koríko I have been here all year long, Affixed to this same spot. Stagnant, like the waters of a dirt puddle I have tried and failed, failed to move my feet; The turf beneath me holds me back.

I was born naked, I have nothing therefore I have got nothing to lose. The cravings of my heart are unknown to you and I know not yours. What I want and what I need, are the two things most importantly key to my success.

There I stand, at the gate, Hoping that soon is I shall be let in. My heart, dried to the last fibre like kilishi,

With all due respect I hear I have no authority to ask you questions, There are galaxies full of them I would love to. But the sadder part of not being able to question you, Is not being able to question my inability to question you. Wait, that was confusing. What I meant to say was, I can't even question why I can't question you. Why then do I have free will and choices?

Bojú Bojú, olórò n bò Do you remember the saying "wa bá erù re n'íbodè" It says you will be duly rewarded at the end Well, you have missed it.

I am not afraid to die, but I am scared of death. It's not the termination of life that gets me, It's what comes after. The loneliness in my grave, The silence in my coffin.