Hey people! Happy sunday.
So I couldn’t think of a title for this post, so I decided to put no title. Although I would love to hear suggestions tho.
The questions I ask myself are more than the voices in my head
Day and night both running its course
The lies I feed myself are more than I can swallow
The truth I tell myself are lesser than I can bear
I could care less, I could care more
What difference will it make?
In a dispensation such as this
In a dry ambience such as this
‘The future holds better’ is my saving grace
The questions I ask myself are more than the numbers of the alphabet
Dry and rainy seasons both running its course
The pain I cause myself stings more than a bee bite
The mouth I speak with is sharper than a blade smith’s sword
Very loose and bitter
Contagious and full of mockery
Causing those around me to be hostile
‘I will change’ is my saving grace
The questions I ask myself are unrelated to what is at hand
Right and wrong both running is course
Procrastination in daily activities
Indecisiveness in reaching cogent conclusions
Riot in my heart laced with dread
Pure intent turned to current trend
Abstract schemes turned to practical nothing
‘Grace will abound’ is my saving grace
For how long will I hold on to this sham
How long will I shy away from what is right
and hide under bleak shadows of innocence
When will I wake up to the reality that beholds me?