Minding my business
Staying kind to my mind sounds easy
Blind to my environment it lies difficult
Friends turned foes
Disconnected by lost expectations
The walls have ears
I find footprints of my name to tame
The recycle of analogue politicians like
Vacuum Tubes
The economy stays unreceptive to
ingredients of digitisation
For the fifth generation
Like a 5G network
Diluted lies, feigned as true
Out of ignorance, opinions made a mast
Discussions stay sweet as Bonny Light
But bitter as its refinement abroad
Thoughts locked in my head
Isolated like being quarantined for Corona
Suicidal thoughts brewed for death
But life found in survival attempts
Like your failed decisions at the polls
Fraught with wrath
Your thoughts to these
Convicts how you mind your business.
Written
and composed by Taiwo, Kehinde Oluwaseyi
