Wake up every day to do the same old things,
Easily lead astray wondering what yesterday sings
And what today may bring.
Drowned in thoughts and surrounded by voices,
Staring into life's eyes seeing multiple choices,
Even when sleeping thoughts become like voices.
This game called life is like stepping stones
Surrounded by darkness and rotting bones,
Make it to the other side to claim the throne.
Make no mistakes or forever be trapped in stone
Listening to the echoes of the past moan and groan,
Falling deeper and deeper into the spiral of being alone.
Breaking free from the cycle isn't black and white,
Understanding that they're the same will enlighten one's sight.
The journey will require wisdom, knowledge and might.
Bring light to the table and widen the sights,
This is and always will be life's most significant fight.
Forever enslaved within this hell,
There's bidders for the souls in the shadows they dwell
Patiently waiting to suck the life from one's hollow shell,
One who does not have what it takes to repel.
Leaching of the weak those who only believe in a hell,
Those who have a price and their souls they're ready to sell.
Those controlled by ego with little spirit will proclaim they are above the rest,
Making all decisions pretending it's all in the people's best interest.
With power and greed really at heart they claim that they know what is best,
With no care for the rest just their own personal gain;
Anyone who can invest or anything that can gain interest.
Those guided by the spirit will spread love,
Happiness and joy to every man, woman girl and boy,
They will refuse to become part of the ploy.
The only aim will be to live life to its fullest and enjoy every step,
Not to be controlled by ego, they are beings, life is not a toy
It's not to be played with it's not there to destroy.
Kareem Itunu Azeez
Topic(s) of this poem: poems