**Joyful bliss

Nothing seems to be wrong, but everything is not right Even though I feel okay, at times I still feel I’m not well Because I could live in a better shape and be bright But still I remain in the shades of my haunting dwell That has laid me basking the nature of my skin The nature of my generation and the very nature of my kin But hey, life goes on like a pop blown none like a balloon popped It floats in the major floats of our spiritual dreams and breeze But hey, I been better myself never been bitter I twist not to be twisted And I sleep not to be slapped But I miss a lot to be a father.