In The Eyes Of Many

They say life ‘Is no bed of roses’
You’re Weak today, get stronger tomorrow,
Win today, lose tomorrow,
Full of hopes and full of ropes.

Dreams as big as a mountain,
Wishes as deep as an ocean.
Life as calm as a dove,
Dishing out pain from a bowl.

Step by step is the term they use,
Hoping is the action they take,
Who made there rules that are fake?
Men are slumbering in their sleep, keep them awake.

Using me; Man’s life has been in buffer,
Streaming dreams that never loads,
Refreshing is what man needs to do,
Future seems like tomorrow that never comes.

Science was what society had to offer,
When art was man’s true desire,
Society judges by degrees and status,
Abdul listened, leaving art to suffer.

This is a man that life has offered,
Nothing but reasons to ponder,
If those books and movies are assurances,
Or written for the pay and accolades?

Others are working, man is writing,
Writing the last sranza to end this piece,
Some in panic, others in contention,
Everyone’s trying to impress society’s thoughts.

We live in a time when slavery is a norm,
Mental slavery is an option most run to,
Freedom of mind is what we detest,
Following what is said, we’re living like Zombies.

This is a point where reference would be made,
A moment where freedom begins,
In the ‘benigin’ lies a rock like Zuma,
But knowledge from falling always gives another reason to climb.

Tomide Abdul