I am awake lookin’ at roommates
I am aghast at variance in their skin colour
They are all grown ups with personal mark
Maybe they remember the years past or
believe in the future should they have their eyes cast.
Different views to life, but sand
one place after death.
Ancient tale, is anything new under the sun?
Life is not complex, but who will tell the abacist?
Come to terms with truth!
You are either tall or short
You are either rich or poor
You are either this or that
But best strong and smart.
Life is honey, unleavened bread, lime, without four
What you become is a product of your every 6*4
Who burned the oil with diligence and
left Earth with aridity?
Who and what said life is not algebra?
Your bible will at best give good guidelines
That priest can only make the message more
sweetened with punch lines.
Algebra’s puzzle can be unriddled only by you
We fail because it is a build up to success
We are failures when we dance salsa with life.
She is a feminist
She may control you like a tempestuous sea
Only fools wait and see.
Life is not complex, but who will tell the chronophobic?
Redemption does not come upon grey hairs
Algebra is not meant for blank heads
An achiever is a dreamer, he works and
He has no second to pussyfoot, he has shown
mastery of the book of proverbs.
We envy excellent spirits instead of making em best friends
We remain average,
We remain life’s slaves,
We remain candles under bushel.
Every man is a born god, the ones aware become a country
Be inspired by Mandela, do not fail and blame the ancient
hands of sorcery.
Life is an arena
Only survivors write the rules with blood, sweat, and tears.
Make karma your bitch, do not give up when life spanks you
We perish cos of self focus
Envy makes a brother hate you.
If my letters are blur and familiar, you could
kick it out the front gate
If it arouses your red heart, maybe
it is about time you kick start.
So I say life is not complex, but who will tell babies
Born with no silver spoon?