My heart thumps like the vibrant and passionate drums of the Congo as I begin to relay the events of my childhood
Like a 1954 VCR stuck on rewind my mind paces swiftly through the cosmos of my retentions, But it’s all just an animated blur,
As the clock turns and time embarks on its age old journey to the vastness of its continuum I begin to float deeper into the vastness of my recollections,
I catch a glimpse of serenity through a sheet of opaque glass,
I see me!
With clear focus I see myself as a cheerful kid without a care in the world, I was but a mere infant to this infamous and masterfully created  mechanism they call life,
Its complex formulas codes and algorithms a mystery to man and a masterpiece to its creator,
its beauty hidden in the most  sacred and innocent  places ,
Yes the same life that is ever so eager to smugly and violently recycle and re-reposition people in an instant was radiating from me like a translucent light bulb in the still of the darkest  night,
it’s easy to cry and say it’s not right how life never seems to do you right and blend in with the night,
Its easy to become a backdrop  and forget that you are the light that gives many others sight,
Problem is you perceive life as a tyrant forget your  part and try run from it but  you’re the main star you just can’t afford it, So stand up and run towards it ,it’s yours to mould so get up and  own it,
See it took me less than an instant as I left behind the former I mean the mental state of an infant to comprehend that to run life’s extreme distance you need to wear the shoes of persistence or assume the heavy burden of insignificance ,
As the clock turns get up and live it make it yours
one shot is all you got its best you use it.