A lonely game, a different day, but script is the same
unfulfilled desires in wish basket, till we hit the casket
Hiding behind the mask, becomes a daily task
Chasing the shadow, living soft like marshmallow
Bottom to the top like Jamie Vardy’s, but alas! Quo Vadis?
Shopaholics, Alcoholics, Sexaholics, Psychologic crutches mistaken for frolics
Pyrotechnics inspired by psychedelics
Polygamous, polyamorous, polyandrous, all illusion stupendous
Scared to pause, stop, and have the significant question pop
Are we just a sand on the seashore, or statistics folklore?
Ants climbing up and down Babel Hills, numbing pains of realities with pills?
Breaking our backs to fill the belly, end up on wheel chair at old people’s home withering watching Telly
A Rose just hear to bloom, and yet autumnally wither soon?
Disheveled by the frosty hands of Winter, atrophy of used to be Sprinter
catastrophe so historic, But the Truth of it is distracted from by the histrionic
what is this tragic, disguised as magic?
Does this journey have a destination?
Would this Rat race ever find a resting place?
Till the answer is found, vicious cycle of reincarnation remains the case
Author~ abiodun durojaye
The Oratorio 
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