How prudent of you to make me wait
You are the hold from when I want to do
You whisper in mine ear, worry not, it's fate
Yet more than on one occasion you bear no truth
Why yet do people hold you in their bosom?
You blanket pain with beauty
Like a bee in a blossom,
Like silky cinder dust clouds in war fields
Under the veil doth reality lie
That ugly bastard who yet holds most
truth, you speak of so many wonders to mine
Heart, promise much yet deliver nonst
Why now would I trust such a villain as yee?
I cannot live in a pool of fallacy
Then feed a dagger to reality
For believing in you, hoping for fantasy
So away with your sorcery and for I'm no fool
I'll put that power in my own mastery, success is the reality I choose.
- Alfani Ndayishimiye