Last Night Before A Taste Poem by Blessing Asake

I was drawn in imaginations,
how could it be now,
why so soon, this are my words before we had one.

I often went on a journey,
just to have a taste of one,
buh now I host one near my wood,
the journey in my room.

what a wired thought
she said; hope this is not going for long?
I didn't have an answer to that,
is just a wired thought of her I think.

it's an uncontrollable moment,
yet we still have a plan
my words are on the journey,
last night before a taste.