Some may call me a loser and a coward
Perhaps I wasn't gifted to keep moving forward
But I can say at least I tried my best enough
Maybe this time if I close my eyes it will open to see the north
And when I meet my architect with my disappointments
I will ask him to kindly cure me of my impertinent existence.
Failure has been the predominant stain in my garment
What I want to do I do not do but what I don't want to do that I do
A classic tale told in a few words by the great Apostle Paul.
I see no other path for me in this unforgiving world
Hopefully, in the next plain of being, I might receive a warm reception
I yearn to escape this world, not because of the lack of money
but my heart beats painfully for meaning and self-sufficiency
My dearest flower will understand though she withers
She'll blossom again in twelve full moons like I never existed
Such painful and unfair realities are embedded in this world because of man's desires
I was born into a world I had no choice to be in
but then I asked myself again after breathing
what if I chose to be here and just couldn't retain that memory?
At least I was given some control as my free will to choose.
Everything seems to be so distorted and disorderly
Are we totally beasts but display our savagery differently?
Religion appears to be what tames it into chivalry
even so men still desire to unshackle themselves from it
with chivalrous savagery now.
I tire from this much heat
and I want to retreat
when I go I'll entreat
on man's behalf
to help us all find our way
back to Him once again.
Perhaps on the eve of my exit,
He'll reassure me once more in my pain
So I can continue living meaningfully.
Reviewed by El Roi
on
January 07, 2022
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