Psalms of Olúwalónimí

I feel like an open sore. Every now and then. Maybe I'm a little too proud, humble, smart, daft, unserious....I dunno You joke to ratify my inadequacies, and what you dunno (or maybe you do) is how much it stabs me. I feel...like I'm living the life of another And you do not bat an eye Will your argument be "you dunno"? I'm chocked by this life of lack As much as I try not to feel too pumped up to ask I'm like 'shey na like this I go dey dey?' Things don't add up.  I feel numb So much that I couldn't even feel my words around me. But when I hear or sing THE NAME and THE WORD, I feel alright But I'm back here. Right now, I am.

I am a mirror. A mirror of you. And you. It suffice to say whatever I see in me can manifest in you, And we can flip it. I can look all perfect on the outside, You can look all aligned on the outside, But what lies within is the true reflection. We are of same stock. The matrix has us...till we yield to Him.