ONE PLUS ONE IS NEVER ELEVEN.

Sometimes the places you seek your peace ends up to be the most chaotic,
At times the shelter you so much toil to build turn out to be the worst and hectic,
Mostly the pals you so try to keep close seems to be the most mono centric,
When it falls spread the tents and wrap your cold sing along with the loudest lyrics.
Then you will realize that life isn't straight and one plus one is never eleven.

Waking up becomes a relieve so stressed through the day but when darkness falls,
You get the fear so real. You are back to square one a day gone without any calls,
Thought your comfort rose from the closest bars, yet it isn't any close within your walls,
When things don't go as you anticipated them, face it and accept it's God who controls,
Then you will learn to go down and look up since one plus one is never eleven.

Happiness comes to those who wait, but No its different it comes only when invited,
You are responsible for your joy and who you choose becomes your most anointed,
We walk in the street with a smile and grin hand in hand pretending to be connected,
When away from the public and the four walls reveal the emptiness we are subjected,
Then you will know nothing lasts forever it's vain and one plus one is never eleven.

Photography Courtesy : Frank de Leeuw- Netherlands.
Composed by: Roosevelt Benard- Dar es Salaam Tz.