As each second passes
I feel stabs from a million shattered glasses

I feel like my days are numbered
And every sound of my heart-beat is thundered

I feel like a bird just learning to fly
"The next minute"...I feel like an old man ready to die

My gauge reads:"Empty"
But my assignments are still plenty

Choked with the stress of suppresing my fears,
I sometimes feel like succumbing to tears

Though gagged by the strength of my pride
I'm still haunted by these weaknesses I hide

Listen as my soul screams
For my heart and mind have become rival teams.

© Kunle "Kool Heart" Olawale, May 2003