Preachers


I don’t have to learn to live,
But if I do,let it be worth;
I dont have to burn to give,
But if I do, let it be worth.

I know not what wisdom is
Then why should I pretend to be wise
Trends talk to me this way
I must, should I want to rise

It’s trough toil and labour, as they say
Fortunes are made night and day
What toil is it in deceit,
Still it seems to rule the street

And I think I have built a place
For me in this worldly world.
Just then I see that smarter con
I am just a peg in his worldly turf

How so? That I don’t know,
Will I ever make it large
Or just like life meant me to be,
Will I succumb to latharge?

It is my battle to choose and

which will be the  final stand?

I don’t know how will it end,

But I will make sure it is grand.

Life


I don’t see the end is near

Close up shots of my fear

Put in words, but not so clear

And I wonder, why should I rise…

 

Divine riots in my head

Bloody fights for a piece of bread

Books on wisdom never read

A dog-eat-dog world ahead…

 

An aching heart with thoughts amiss

Love is out to take a piss

Serpents whine with a louder hiss

all I need is a caring kiss…

 

Happiness is just so scarce

Save as much for life’s stare

Sad are stories with no end

Dark and gloomy – now a trend…

 

And just then I see the sun

out of darkness, on the run

though it knows its life in hours

Shines upright with a blazing gun…

 

you should be the best you see

so what? If the darkness falls

only then will you feel the light

if you walk through the darker walls…

 

If i were the sun, i feel

ill be thinking why to rise?

 

The night will come as the end is near

I could choose to live in fear

‘To live now is the ‘present’

and with death comes no prize’

With this thought I am clear.