A Mindless Chain Of Thoughts Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

I am not much of a laughing guy,
For what's there to smile about,
When the people you trust lie,
And the flowers you watered never sprout.

What blues are there to dance,
When the shadows of yesterday rout,
And every song you played turned to a lance,
Only to pierce yourself deeply like a lout.

What laughing chance is there
In a world filled with vain emotions,
Whence come the laughters, where:
All that surrounds us are notions.

Vanity! Ofifo ni gbogbo to yi wa ka,
But nothing else matters to me now,
Poetry—my only companion, the awe:
Fills me with peace and a sense of wow.