Driven by the shadows of daydream,
Why lust after what I’d never have?
Enticed by the brightness of its gleam,
Why expect I, more than I deserve?
If anyone in the illusions of his mind
Is obsessed with the tricks of fantasies,
Wouldn’t such sooner come to find
That they’re fairy tales and ecstasies?
For there is much more to this Life
Than would meet the ordinary eyes:
Full of vanity, and sufficient with strife,
Are all of deceit and devastating lies.
Daydream is nothing but a cold comfort
That only an awakening to reality can abort.
(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)