Things may have taken another dimension, he said to me.
As I stood and listen to his comments, I could see its vibes all over him. His voice became pale and void of all form of life, I could hear his pain. Still I came to no conclusion and my thoughts wonder so far from reach.
Could it be the fondness and the getting use to?
Like every other life form, the drift came so close
I listen with jealousy, yet the pain I detest maybe feared
Counting the mistakes from her part just to cover our guilt of loses
Today is my turn and I can only flash back to vision the disguised bravery I learnt. In a show of shame, I hide my head looking back at the story of the past. That was told of which I acted, from the beginning till not too long ago. Today is my turn to prove that a man is not define by the cave where he sleeps
Seeing the saddle from the same pedal, finding the situation right as old. Will I make the same mistake and allow the same rhyme of same that cold. To be judge by the action and the sentence a reflecting disgrace when told. What then have I learnt? To follow the part of my birth as was foretold
Soliloquizer I have become, to always place my actions before the tribunal. Where I am the judge, the jury and the past the baseline for sentencing. How long will this last? The battle between what is right and that in absentia. Even as hard as I try, the traces of injustice will always creep in to invalidate the tribunal. Now stock in a dilemma of time, where the past dictate the future. And present a continues reminder of how differently the outcome could be captured
I could hear her whisper to my brothers; it is his turn – now we will wait to see. If all I wanted is be of a different standing, then how can this be achieved. If when I close my eyes all I see are the wrong, then how can I produce the right? Amidst the yearning for a better life, to survive wiles the past exchange with the present. I must make the turn in a complete metamorphosis leaving the nest as a take to another form
To make my own mistake and to learn from it is the present shaping future. To hold in hiatus the memories of all the she had said, whether it was said to me. Like a lever to be what I am at that stage where I find eye opening comfort. And to fly free like a butterfly to a boundless atmosphere in which the future is independent of the past. For me I have come to that point where the turn from who and where I am coming from. Is not the question that bond the chains around my neck but the decision I make.