Life is like a seesaw,
Our journey is just like walking on the seesaw
From the bottom to the top side,
You begin with your first step on the seesaw.
Every step that you took,
It became more threatening,
The higher you grasp
The more intricate it is for balancing.
When you think yourself is progressing towards the top,
You realize you are falling,
Like a rollercoaster speeding down the tracks,
Towards the unknown.
Then you find out,
You cannot always reach the point that you want to reach,
Struggling back and forth numerous times,
You perceived the intricacy and started to screech.
However, you afterward become discerned,
That you realize standing at that peak,
Is the balance point of human life,
However, how would you streak?
There might be another method,
Where somebody is holding up the seesaw for you,
It might be your family or the people you love,
Or the enemies that you had successfully couped.
I don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
And that can be terrifying.
I don’t know exactly what I want to be
Where I want to go
Or when the time to leave is perfectly right.
I don’t know what would have happened if
I approached more decisions with the courage they needed
Or if I chose a more beneficial path
Or if I fought harder for something that means everything to me.
I don’t know how to grow up all of a sudden
And satisfy someone completely
Or live up to expectations I have for myself.
But what I do know
Is that I can’t live in the past
And I’m in charge of my future
My journey
I ask people to take in all the intoxicating smells
And hear the wind whistle like a flute
Or admire the satisfying colors that nature has painted
Hear the birds and squirrels, singing and playing
Leaves crunching beneath their feet
Feel their hearts listening in peace
And eyes satisfied with the beauty
Only to realize that the tree has no more life
Hearing the leaves crunch beneath their feet
Slowing deteriorating to nothingness.
Inviting the air that brings along a cold death
Slowly freezing all the lakes and ponds
Everything comes to an end
All his life he told himself he didn’t need one.
That it would be better if he had none,
so what if she looked cute.
He could still keep his mouth shut and mute.
He used to hang out with those he knew,
but this was something entirely new.
This was love he was trying to deal;
a force that he knew he could not forever seal.
He had tried to stay in the shadows.
He was not willing to score or bleed in any battles,
but this girl could be his treasured wife.
Why let something like this control your life?
He finally knew she was the one,
It was either her or none.
He might as well give a try,
as it was much better than to lie or cry.
He chose her since she was the best.
He fell for her and passed his conflicted quest.
When he believed himself to be totally lost,
he actually what he wanted without any cost.
The sun was the last thing to leave him;
the loss not lost on him, yet.
Not even the beach brought him peace of mind,
one more boundary for the sea to transgress.
The sky? A waste of a canvas!
The beach but a smashed hourglass.
Let it be! said he, watching sea-grass grow.
All things must pass.
Then he fell, parallel to the ocean.
Blink. Enveloped in black.
Waves tear at the spot where his feet were once planted
for that of all things brings him back.
All things must pass.
A1 A2 A3
What’s next?
I am not in the business of placing bets
But C5 has been selling so fast, be hasty
And F3 is looking ever so tasty
And for the customer looking for more
I head D2 has cookies galore
But if it were me choosing, I have a hunch,
If I had a penchant for a tasty munch,
I would look past the chips and treats,
For I have no interest in sugary sweets,
I would go right past the old vendor itself
And grab a fresh apple from my own shelf
How shall I leave?
To another plane
To possibly be reborn into something new
How should I make this journey?
To carve it as my own
And maybe rise to the top and never stop
How does this world spin?
Does it spin around money?
Maybe love?
Perhaps hate?
We ask questions
Many every single day
Whether or not they are out loud
The answer to every single one of those questions
May be silent
Because change never
Stops
Our minds remain lost
In a forest of wonder
In a unique state
Until one day…
We are found
Hope is irrelevant, a dashed streak of scarlet
That crisscrosses the souls of scapegoats.
Just like the peace before the storm,
It lingers around its victims;
An anesthetic before the inevitable.
Like a shepherd struggling to control his flock,
Iscariot sends it away with a kiss.
Swept away like dust under the scrutiny of the legionnaires
And a blatant travesty in the name of love
That wipes their slate clean for God’s eyes to see.
It is of the Fountain,
Reborn within every human.
It is Janus, immortal only in the eyes of creatures
For it is transcended by nothing but darkness,
Resigned to drifting through the void of space.