Some times I write to feel alright.
Some times I write to express self.
There are times I wish I knew what am writing.
Early formations shows I wrote with ease.
Donkey years are here I've grown page blank.
The quest for a meal led me drop my sword,
I picked a hoe to farm for grains.
Grains are to difficult to farm,
How do I get fed without getting fed up?
How do I keep working without being worn out?
A solution in bulk liquidity,
I see none but to make the sunshine cry.
I have never believed in the tears of the weak.
If Could conceal the rains form the sun I would.
When it rains there shall be no sun,
when the sun shines the rain pours.
Life is so unfair, especially to the weak.
Its not their fault but they suffer for it.
Life is inviting to others,
They where born with a huge cultivated field.
many were born without a field,
only few have the grace to buy one.
Others work all their life for farms they will never eat from.
I am still looking for my passion to write,
If only I find a better expression for myself.
but still; I write to feel alright.
Picture credits: Stocksnap
