Life Doesn't Know You Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

You take life way too grave my friend.
Life doesn't know you. It doesn't exist.
You have only the time and uncertainties of tomorrow.
You painted a picture of the following day.

We only have time in clockwise mode.
Nothing happens without time presiding's and
Time is God moving us forward.
Animals are psyched by uncertainties and,

man, firmly give credence to certainties.
Such a shame of mankind! Don't be so droll!
Certain is a state of worry. We are only saved by time.
We are all sleeping until time stirs us.

Time is ahead of us with hundred years.
and we are left behind with billion years.
Days, dates and months are just chews,
left behind to paint lives, myth, and mystery
for mankind to be engrossed, sleep and wake up.

Life doesn't know you.
It doesn't exist.
Time is God but religion is secreting
such immerse revelation for mankind.