It is crazy
To think like me...
I am laughing at my thoughts
I think of these things:
What if ?, Is the question ...

What if life had a pause,
Would you press it?
Would you get tired and bravely enough pause your life then later press it on?
I am wondering how many times I would pause mine

What if life has a refreshing button
Would you press it?
Would you mess and just refresh life and golden you turn again?
I am wondering how many times I would refresh mine

What if life had reverse gear
Would you reverse it?
Would you grow that when white hair grows you just reverse to your teenage?
I am wondering how many times I would reverse mine

What if life had a replay button
Would you press it?
That you liked an incident so much that you replay it daily!
I am just wondering how many times I would replay mine

What if life had an ending button
Would you press it?
That the problem you undergo is too big,and life is too tiresome,boring and you just end it.
I am just wondering if I would ever take my hand near that button!!!

Life is spiral ...
we rotate as we climb
same as we deteriorate
We miss steps and stumble
And pour blood
And hurt because we are human!

Life is a ladder
We need to lean it fast on a wall before we climb
Hands,eyes and legss
Should be proper to use.

Life is an equation
We need a rule
To solve it!

Life is perishable
We need a greenhouse
To mould it,
For its optimum performance
Is above the threshold of might
A man can.
what if....????????

definition.
the day i defined myself as a boy
the day i defined myself a pupil
the day i defined myself a student
the day i defined myself a learner
all were the days i knew not much but myself.
today i define myself a success carrier
of course i know nothing but my will.
i sleep under my singer blankets
but still my numbed fingers won't help
but type this emo-driven piece.
my simple word stand;
my simple instruction hold
i'll leave earth for sure
but not like i came....
i came naked and helpless
under the warm,thighs where i slept
i had a meaningless dream
dedicating to God,
the dream's meaning changed
now i'm in hot pursuit of my single aimed dream,
and i will die having it at my tips.
the day i learnt to say ,'mommy;a day like this of course
was the day under plan that today i will re call it.
and very important;
my today's definition,
YES SUCCESS CARRIER I AM

i have tried,
it has not worked,
yes, i can quit,
but i feel guilty to!
yes still i can make,
but time has no marks,
to show me the ripen day!
i have just kept on the go,
hoping for heavens to open,
perhaps the right gates that i enter,
and receive a down pour;
full of love,
of success,
of luck.
for i kept on,
i'll keep on.

Body I slept,so I dreamt
I grew wings
my wings couldn't fly me
my best ideas couldn't hatch
my had work couldn't produce excellence
my steps could carry me anywhere
but all of a sudden
a whirling wind came
shook me and I shivered
my wings opened
it lifts me,
and I sore higher
my ideas hatched
my prayers were answered
out of despair to greatness.

Always fighting to please my boss in cheers,
My eyelids were flaccid
Having poured tears for long
My only shirt was tasty
Salty for my tears,
My weak posture betrayed me,
Where third parties were,
He could force threads of concern,
"Are you okay?"
Not just uttering but in a soothing caring language,
It wasn't concern but to please guests,
"No,I contracted malaria."
I had to save his good nature,
And imagine in all my honesty,
He overworked me,
His tummy needed my food
His fields needed my weeding,
His cows needed my milking,
But worst,
HIS **** NEEDED MY *****
Yet in all these,
He had a wife,
He chased his shamba boy,to add mine salary
Which was a top up of my day's meals.
In all,I stood against poverty,
And tailored my life.

Always fighting to please my boss in cheers,
My eyelids were flaccid
Having poured tears for long
My only shirt was tasty
Salty for my tears,
My weak posture betrayed me,
Where third parties were,
He could force threads of concern,
"Are you okay?"
Not just uttering but in a soothing caring language,
It wasn't concern but to please guests,
"No,I contracted malaria."
I had to save his good nature,
And imagine in all my honesty,
He overworked me,
His tummy needed my food
His fields needed my weeding,
His cows needed my milking,
But worst,
HIS **** NEEDED MY *****
Yet in all these,
He had a wife,
He chased his shamba boy,to add mine salary
Which was a top up of my day's meals.
In all,I stood against poverty,
And tailored my life.

Body I am a butterfly
Only that I don't fly
I undergo metamorphosis
Under constant change and transformation
I grow day in day out
I was an egg
Then a boy,
Crawling like a caterpillar
I turned a butterfly
And beautified with lines
And phrases of poetry
I am a butterfly that can't fly.
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