The split eventually had to come
Every memory held more than one sign
Admittedly, it impressed me
But why did it have to happen?
What kind of person in the right mind
Thinks it's a good idea to
Put a kid in a house full of wires?
Even with adults around
The wires weren't physical
Yet they were very much real
Guilt trips more people than pebbles
Or cracks on a poorly paved street
Apparently, I wasn't named till I turned three
Took Granny's maiden name
For reasons I cannot understand
And Osun, five lines
Five is a peculiar number
It refers to a vague iridescence
Or an abundance of wheat
Five lines in the sky, land, or on paper
What no one said but privately knew
That I'd be dull, my every effort fruitless
