In the old hours; in the night
You squire all alone in the room
Checking time, it's 3:50
You alone like a dead in a coffin
Everyone has vanished
You've been left alone, to enjoy the eloquence of silence
You remember the kind of life
A teen when you were thirteen
The stage of beginning of new age
When you used to live
Like a new dog in a kernel
While others are enjoying
Their youth as they say
And you had no otherwise
Rather than to baby sit
At the very moment
You look for something to take
In a fridge you check
It laughs into your face
Only a small scoop of creamed ice
That slips and falls of your hands
You frown
You remember a glass of passions juice
And ginger ale
But you sit back
After recalling your bigger sister gave it to her who so called boyfriend
And you decide to sleep again!
Before you switch off the lights
And wrap yourself in a duvet
Your phone rings
It's a message from your fellows
A small video on your WhatsApp media
Showing how happy they are
In a large KFC room
Surrounding a table dirtied with every kind of food and drinks
Not forgetting snacks
You admire and you reply
Can I come along?
Yes is the reply
By the time you open the door to rush out
You hear a voice of your mama
Son, wake up
It's school time
And you freeze
It was only a dream!
