Wonderlust
I mean wonders lost
As I ponder my actions
On this Dickensian estate
With my mates
Up late
End to a stress filled day
Workaholics
The lot of us
It’s just a sick game
Yet we all play
In our own way
I can only tell you mine
Tragedies arise
Overtime
It’s like we love it though
The blood
Sweat
The tears
The pain
Coz we know
without the risk
There’s no rewards
Stacking and stressing
We know what’s best
So we back playing this game
Clouded journeys
Is this our murder to excellence
Abductive approach
For the phenomenon
I plan to be
So shoutouts to me
I’m all dressed up
This time I got somewhere to go
To awards shows
To collect my multiple awards
I write this
I said it
It happens
No stressing
I’m working on a blessing
You wait and see…
Kwamesayss
The French Chronicles 