CONFUSED

By
Innocent Chigeza Chipofya

Sweet how lives are at night
That all beggars own horses
Bitter how it becomes during the day
That our true-selves are revealed

I wish all nights were endless
That I could ride my horse anywhere
And to day return no more
Till forever my eyes I close

But, it’s just a dream
My life at night
And my hope during the day.
But, should I keep on hoping
Or long for my nightless dream?