Juwon Taiwo

Nothing in sweet dreams
          Every dreams ends in reality 

always a will out of nothingness 

Summer struck chord with the skiing
          Lure the north bank on to rocky ledge
          Snow foaming water through the narrow
          channel
          Losing touch with origin
          Tremendous ballad with owl
          Time has changed over yesteryear
          Aye, scorching the fanning of hiss