Life just gets complicated !
Traversing from a point to another.
Life, a straight path, it ought to be;
A curved path, it is in confusion,
Sifting the days, corners in procession.
What’s my true purpose ? I wail out aloud,
It pains to hear what i did, my lord.
Sinner I am ! My hearts emotionally warns,
Umpteen mistakes i made and make
World walks by, sympathy and scorn galore.
A thousand distractions, a thousand options,
My heart needs one but seeks another.
Should i do what i should or what i seek ?
I am but a pawn in nature’s own reel.
A day arrives, this day to remember.
Transcends all, shames and corrects my path
Alas, the day’s effect is long worn,
defiant i was, nature cunningly won.
The magician, the wand, a motion.
The straight wand sways to a curve.
This simple, unassuming life of mine
curves, with the sway of nature’s line.