You start. I’m scared, my friend,
Of finding the floor with my feet first
They might lead me astray
Doubleback. The start is the end
Why quench your longing with a thirst
That might never go away?
It’s hard to move
When you move together
One has to receive, and one has to give
Together in opposite directions
Well I can’t prove
If we do or don’t belong together
But cycles close, something had to give
And unmasked all our pretensions.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.