Hey chums. Today is probably the most depressing day yet. I just lost a cousin whom I grew up with. He just finished secondary school and had such a bright future ahead. We drifted apart at some point and the last saw each other about a year ago. I am really pained and confused because on one hand I feel like I have not been a good friend and brother to him and on the other hand because his Father had just passed on barely two years back. Men don’t cry but my eyes have been so heavy. I have written some words this morning because I may lose it if i keep all these thoughts bottled in. Rest in peace dear cousin and brother. See you again at heavens gate.
The Dance of Life
Motions we’ve made, carve our lives in
Pictures unmoving and whispering silently
If only your hearts will listen and perhaps reason
Then you will see that each step stays open
Awaiting lessons from ignorant fools
Thinking since they graced the finish and made it through,
Now they know what is right and good
To teach you too, serious faces they’ll adorn but not for you
Simply to obey ego’s rule, you will see their show
Of knowledge and truth but question this too
Cause one misstep and your dance is wrecked
And the ones whom you thought cared would be in the blues
Peaceful paces to master the race
The oblivion that awaits the losers of the game
Oh! The disturbing game of life
Why has thou my soul confined
And if your choreographic laws,
My simple dance must absorb
Then does thou hold me ransom
Lie not! You care not for my freedom at all
Why, the sweetest word of the confused lot
Why is time slow at moments so low?
When sadness takes hold and pressures the soul
Is this not also a dance rocked by the depressed and sad?
Why is there a rush when happiness reaches us?
As though seeking to fly before dawn’s great call
It elopes before the blinking eye
Leaving nothing but a mirage in our devoid minds
These questions and more
Leave the very mighty why
On my very sour tongue
It pushes the waves of my empty sea
Dictating a dance that shakes my weak heart
Beginning at autumn’s birth when choreography cared
To imbibe and mislead into rhythms of the rest
Mine was ignored, though the steps got applauds
Change wasn’t for this bunch
Old patterns were better sought
At the reckoning of time
When pain has outlived its life
I would again ask why before the all seeing eye,
Was my dance so rigged with cries?
Why could i only stand still though it was a dance,
The very dance of life?