I was born in a day as you also were
I had wanted to curse the day I was born
But it dawned on me briefly
That, that would have been a move of great folly,
I’ve been born, oh yes I have been born
What can I do about it?
It’s rather unfortunate
That one has to use pain to begat pain
The older I grow the more I realise
The more I see the war I have to fight
Sadly, I grow older every second
Was one born to confusion?
Struggle, sorrow, fears, tears, poverty, deceit?.....
Etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc........ no end?
Let us all look at the situation
With our eleventh eye ...... what do we see?
We can’t manage the ease
By which innocent souls are been launched to hell
It is a world of atomic collision
How can this happen in the presence of our initiatives
Born into a lawn of a Rosales gravity
It still remains unfortunate
That we’re handed to where we’re coming from
And fortunately,
We’re coming from where we’re going
What a world of bitter fun
From the moment you’re born
What you mitten first is bitterness – you cry
None has ever laughed into the world
We all groan; rejecting our entrance
Into the wide way
But the wide way leads to the narrow one
Or rather, is it otherwise?
Another thing I know frankly
Is that it’s a world of ways
Whose ends we never reach
And then we struggle all through our existence
Trying to make ends meet
Ends which left to me are rather imaginary
Possibly the road is circular
With no ends, since none has claimed its sight
We just come, we take our time
All our time
To do the best of our struggles
And we just go, can you imagine
We deceived ourselves looking at dead ideas
Ideas that have pounced an entire fleet
To be a man
Not
A
Joke.
After struggling to be a man, you then die
Why were you a man – Is it not immorality?
It is vanity, vanity, vanity and vanity
Some weeks ago, the world had a meaning
One which I don’t personally understand
How can you wake up one day?
And attempt to walk to the sun..... Naked!
The sun had better soar to you
We all know the truth, but who likes gall
We prefer honey whose taste is ephemeral
It is a long way with so many branches
Don’t choke me while eating
I need to get my ideas premed
Some unknown force is battling with my guy
You deceive yourself “I” must know
Nothing at stake, nothing at state
Perplexed at the mystery’s legibility
I know what I want
What I want knows me!
I am fighting against the odds, many of them
A way out – very effective (those who tried it)
Is to run away from your self
Oh!! What freedom you witness
I do what people want me to do
Not what people want me to do?
But if what people want me to do
Is what I want to do, then to hell with you!
If you can’t walk to the sun – to far
Take a bus, pay you fares – captivity
Then you shall experience a concentrated joy
That sends you nuts
Because of its concentration
The end of a thing is better than the beginning
There – of
But the way’s end has not been fathomed
We all can’t keep on dying search for it
Why not leave the pathway
And option for the bush path
Maybe we might stumble to an end