by Adewale Atewogbade

Created on: May 24, 2009

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Once upon a span

There was a high hill

That loomed high beyond my pain

It beckoned me to consolation

At its base, where I tried to grapple

The promise of a vitalin

Alas! My reach was not in

Sync with the muscle

The stem was beyond my gain

I started down

Into the Abyss with none to tell

The depth of my letdown

I fell freely to the unknown

No longer mindful

Of my pain

Then, my eyes flipped open

I was not in a fall

This was my path of inspiration

I was in sync with my soul

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