Baskadia

Maybe one day

Maybe one day, I'll get myself off this mud

But till then, I'm drawn and moved by wave of my tears

Maybe one day, I'll have reasons to be among

But for now, I don't see it in line with any

Maybe one day, I'll remember my past in smiles

But until then, it has been rough way

Maybe one day, one will be hearing my face

But until then, I've been alone in the game

Maybe one day, the prophecy of the soothsayers

Will be played realistic and my whispers heard

But until then, I've swim deeper ocean of ache

Maybe one day, I could open my ador

To whom might relate to it

But before then, many are buried in me

Maybe one day, I will be entitled

But until then, there's no beam of inclination

Maybe tomorrow, the calendar that rotated

Will cover the most red with its flood

But until then I've been seeking a day like that

Agu Sunday Chidera.