Friday, 11 May 2012
THIS THING CALLED LIFE
If you could call life a coin, then i
must have been a numismatic.
I know the number of rims at the
edge and i know the dates, they were forged.
I've seen the two sides of this coin life
and realized its a game of heads or tail,
but I've studied this game, i know the drills,
the cheats, the ways, but sadly in life,
its not all the same.
If you could call life a candle then i
must have been the studious student.
i read through the night just that my
unknown tomorrow would be bright.
I know the length of this candle life.
The brighter your hopes, the swifter it melts.
I've studied this candle, its guile,
its sanctimonious apparel, the bigger your dreams,
the shorter your candle seems.
if you could call life a country,
then i must have been a Nigerian.
I know what happens behind the scenes.
The baobab tree whispered all the secrets.
I've heard its not what you know,
but rather who you know.
I've heard that smartness is needed
and intelligence rather vain,
in pain i watch them fly over on the wings of a foul bird,
and weeping i swim over this cold ocean called life.
If you could read in between my lines,
if you could comprehend all i said,
you'd realize life is a pitch night,
and humans with infinitesimal torches,
knowing not from whence they came,
nor to where they go.
Now you know, mankind' struggles is vain
and in summary, all depends on the most high God.
Wisdom Ononiwu (Camouflage)