Does it even matter anymore how much we’ve given to be here and to remain here ?  How then are our dreams taken as twigs and logs for the evenings fire, to keep warm a distraught mind.

Will it mean anything when it ends ? The ashes, the left over smoke and burnt sand. Aren’t we now at the mercy of the wind ?  To do it’s biddings and to dance its dance. 

Damn! Does it even matter that we once dreamed! ~Godwin Adewumi