MY TANGERINE DREAM

 

I endured rhetoric from fools

Plastic days of future passed

Meandering through the void

Only they know what they meant

Oh yes

Someone must take the blame

Some

Vicarious living fills no void

I am what I am

The evil I do

Often get interred with my bone

So what is the meaning of meaning?

Who shot Funsho Williams?

Who shot Gani Fawehinmi?

Questions no one can answer

I am just a tool on the cosmic mix

Sewn on the lathe of heaven

And those they don’t know

My tangerine dream

It might seem salty

It might seem sour

It might seem sugary

But I beg your pardon?

Who are you to tell me how to dream

And what to dream of?

And when it bears fruits

You would surely have a taste of it

Or would you want to?