When you ask me Why I make all this rhyme
The answer is
What else should I be doing with my time
But exactly this
Nothing else is worth it
The pain covers the bliss
The heart yearns to unearth it
What you will one day miss
Your aching heart wants to birth it
Every day
Every blessed day
Every single day.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river