So I stood to see if the light was still bright
And I fell only to see the night unravelled
In my quest for peace I stumbled and bled
And my blood not red I yelled for the alien
My clothes tattered, I walked through the beautiful gate
And before I looked back my gait became an infection
The senses of the modest yearn to decipher the paradigm
But the senseless are lost in the woods
Yes, that is life and only few can comprehend
In the multitude of noises I chanced upon silence
With loads of quietness and of serene countenance
I wondered and starred, hungered and watered
Hoping to visualize the pattern of the thoughts of man
To discern the storm from the breeze, the goat from the sheep
The storm scares a lot, the goat? A real nuisance
So I realized that to make or mar are two sides of a coin
And it is best done serene.
I saw myself but it was not in the passing river
I reasoned and figured out it was a dream
I compared my life and I loved the one I had in sleep
Because in there I could wake up from my fears and mistakes
And afford to get all the pleasures I have been denied
But then the cock’s crow became my nemesis
Waking me up from my delight, yet saved me my job
The distasteful things are not always destructive
And it’s one of the virtues my dreams taught me
At the toss of a coin I lost to man filled with emptiness
Beneath the dungeons of darkness I sat to reminisce
Of chances and opportunities and how they present
But there was no harmony in the pattern
So it is enough for the studious to fail and the lazy excel
But then will it last? And if yes for how long?
So I stood and run to my niche
For there I find peace and warmth and love
I always thought of being the 21st century oldest
But then death scared me the moment after the thought
So I gazed at the sun hoping to spot the black hole
To see the ages of the many immortalized
Then I saw Jesus, and Alexander the Great, and Mohammed
So I realized the vanity of ages if one died not emptied
The eclipse ended my hallucinations
And the next thing I knew, stretching on a bench
My eyes could barely close, I sat in despair
Fear gripped me and shivers went down my spine
I beheld the bold and beautiful, the coward and ugly
To my utter dismay they all felt some sense of pride
Then I sought to discern what lies within the skull
The bold were afraid, the beautiful were never contempt
The ugly wanted to be noticed, the coward, hiding in the crowd
So I wondered their make up and who deserves what
But the skull was impermeable and the hairs were bushy and glistering
The night was quiet, the day was loud
So I chose the night seeking to avoid the chaos
But they said the night was dark and dark was evil
So I looked beyond to see the night
And I saw sleep taking away worries
I heard the wind singing melodiously
I saw the laborer snoring his tiredness away
And the rich embracing his wife and children after a tough day
So I chose evil because of darkness, and darkness because of night
The night because of the laborer and sleep and the wind and the rich
Because the day comes bright but chaotic
It was lively but full of dust
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