And what if I am
At the foothold
Of something that
Draws me, far and wide!?
To make it to
The peak, from where I
Stand here, at the bottom
Of a steep road
So scary to my
Human eye
To work in the mundane
Numbs my colourful, Mind
And nothing good, wants to come out
And disperse light, like my days in solitude
With all the elements, drifting from one
Poetic line to the other
A film
A song
A bathroom dance, I discover
I live inside the actions
And Voila!
No need to look any further
A pattern I find
In the nothingness
That is so full
Of everything that encompasses
All that means anything
To me and to
You, my friend
And what if I
Were to die tomorrow
What will you miss about me!?
Will you miss me at all
For “my shout” at Friday night drinks!?
Or “The present” I gifted
On your Birthday
That day, I never forget!?
Is not “my present”
The moment I give to you
Myself; that makes you smile
The one who shared your tears
And consoled your alarms!?
Am I less fancy
Than those attired with
Name branded bags
Swaying so marketably!?
What is it, so artful about being
Ordained a common clone!?
So I have no pocket
To please your expensive tastes
My cup of tea and my heart, you have
And time, we shared
And your shaky loyalty
Through it all, I beared
Why must you draw a line
Between the others and I!?
Must we all walk in unison
In a pre-disclosed lifestyle!?
I am unashamed
Of my “simpleness”
My purely emotive, stance
All were not created
With the fire
Of a fast pace
I have not
A glossy tale
Where I tripped, some superiors
And led important clients
To economic disarray
Only to stand hands at hips
Victorious, with the disposability
Of fearful citizens, below me
And what is it that I have!?
A fat flashy mansion
That stands as my possession
A cue for those, “In the know”
A thinly veiled idea called “Status”
To speak before me, in muffled whispers!?
No, my tale is different
A quiet topsy, turvy path
Nothing too loud
Not like a raging river
More like……
A slowly trickling creek
Sometimes, waiting for the wind
To texture my path
Or maybe liken me to the tortoise
Who seems to move with grace
For who cares, how I wander
From this path, to that!?
When we are all going to end up
At the exact same place!
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