Shine dim like an old lantern,
spring up high like an entrance fountain,
not so high like Kilimanjaro mountain,
eat well maybe Nigerian’s plantain,
we love friends but it’s not a must we have them,
kiss and keep them,
push away those who kiss back with a smelling mouth,
too much of something,
too much of everything,
shine dim like an old lantern and let them not know your name,
too much brightness attracts even the unwanted,
be the ‘not so much’ and the ‘not so less’ person,
you will walk without legs see without eyes and fly with one wing.
Dark hands 