Dauda Muideen Lanre

I fall like a drop of water
          	With scratches surround my poser
          	In which my immunes concave their prototypes
          	Where I found myself apologize to earth
          	Who seems to dilluted my hearth
          	Like chemical formulation of hydration
          	I could not count my seconds but to amount my seration
          	The growing fluids,feeling excretion,wrought of my senses
          	The inclues that surcharge my visional prowress
          	Shielding the bane of my immotion
          	That shook the demeanor of my intention
          	Who am i? a man or coward?,no a man