Passerby Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

Passerby, not led aright.
Passerby, Just rise above.
What are you doing, passerby?
You fool. You don't know the way to go.
You said I knew myself, but you don't know me.
I never saw yesterday come jumping at my sleeve
And saying, 'Let's take a walk.'
Passerby, not led aright
Just once reach to the sky
Despair blinding his sight
Till all hope recedes to die
And he leaves it all behind.
She wishes for a beach chair
Under a bright, scorching sun
Pulling in the trendiest straw hat
To cover her head from the heat.
Passerby, not led aright
Rise above the dark of night
Unable to see what lies ahead
Unable to see who lies ahead.
Passerby, none about to love
You pass with mixed emotions of pity and revulsion,
Little thought of life beyond this next turn.
Time beckons you indoors;
Doors of gold rise before you,
Shining in shades yet unseen.
Struggling for control,  
You feed the beast, head over heel inside.
The Passerby.