Is the inevitable, really inevitable?
Can life be so decisive and again indecisive?
Happiness so compelling, yet soaked in misery?
Big smiles for show, only hiding deceitful and broken hearts.

In a world of Good versus Evil.
Where everything seems so precise, but then… not everything in black and white
So I do ask. Good versus Evil? Or in the mist of all things it’s just all the same.
Both full of purpose reaping fruits of all desires, which all has the same ending.
With the mind full of absolute certainty, mixed with profound confusion.
Where our paths are unknown and yet concluded.

In a life where it’s the ones you love the most that hurt you, everything so contradicting.
Nothings secure, no one’s ever safe and you never let your guard down.
Surviving… is fighting till your death

Mbali Dlamini

It's terrifying that songs or poems can be written about you
Someone thought about you so much,
They had to write it down,
You played with their thoughts enough
They sat down and thought about it