1.
You have to quit the chorus
And start a solo.

2.
Pull the mask from your face
And shed your clothing
The way a snake sheds its skin.
You see,
I know that the flesh of boys
Are soft and tender, they bruise.
I know that magic lies
In flabby arms
And sagging bellies.

3.
The world is a whirlwind of colours;
Why choose a few
When you can have them all?
Who makes us into mindless machines
With no pain?
A boy is no rage
But light and colours,
Shimmering, glittering,
Lighting paths we thought non-existent.

4.
You’re a universe;
A conglomeration of this and that.
You can be the rainbow
Arching upwards;
You can be the rain,
Falling sideways.

6.
You can live in yourself;
You can be a world, a galaxy,
Where the rules are what you say they are.

Ogechukwu Kanma Samuel is a writer, who is interested in just about any literary genre he can lay his hands on. He does not think much of past achievements, and as a consequence, has forgotten most of the recognition he has ever gotten. In the past, he lived in the future. Now, he is still there, roaming the unknown streets in lost confoundedness. He has a model of himself somewhere in his head, a collection of books and experiences. Daily, he tries to keep up, yet he knows it is only a matter of time before the past catches up with him and wraps him up in folds of memory; he hopes the folds would be beautiful ones.