What would you gamble for your own very life to continue to exist
Is it the lack of joy you clearly fail to observe even as you continue to exist.

Or the conviction that things won't allign until you stop wishing
A lone attitude about what could possibly go wrong still wishing.

A nice way to speak more to your self but it won't create any result
Onlookers already judgmental some even gave you a fail score as a result.

A safe prediction won't fully be in place if you don't stop wishing and act now.

Don't ask why you are down that is the obvious question
But do you seem to ask why u don't get back up which is the question.

Life would surely knock you down even though you try to stay up
Those dreams in you head should make you stay up.

The journey to heal that pain has to get you making the right decisions
Won't you like to fix the pains that haunt your daily decisions.

Connecting to nature is my only gateway drug
But you can't affect what you can't understand don't tamper with the picture.

A practical exercise for those who want something others don't desire
Because when you actually want to heal you have to focus on what you desire.

The game is new I won't lie I just started playing it today
Am still playing it hard I won't bother to finish it today.

Most times am corrected after I burst and tell people my real emotions
But won't my life be just like a video game if I refuse to spill my real emotions.

Not minding what the online players are saying I had to bend down and beg
Because most times am misunderstood so  I had to crush my ego and beg.

A pawn was just molded for the sole purpose of obeying a new master
Obedient like a glass but empty like a cup in the bid to please his new master.

Life pointing towards different direction but the way out is still the same
The hungry masters clamouring for a jolly meal while the slave stays the same
Undiscovered and never growing until the day she realizes how she remains the same.

Steadily looking out for the masters that would use the whip upon her back
How the watchful masters sounded when the took her pride behind her back.

Descending into another dimension of her life
Already changing matters from domestic to  family life.

Still scared of the watchful eyes of her masters as they prey behind her back.

Time is a lot like a drop of water
Each drop and the sound gets closer like an heartbeat.

Don't miss out on the life opportunities it can  still be missed.

Each grip shows how close you are actually  to what stares at your face
The drip that makes the noise jolts you back as you turn to your face.

A new distance is slowly built by how each steps moves towards a new direction
The past you are holding on to will definitely make you lose the new direction.

Time is like a mystery to some while
those who understands it value the use of time

Steps taken to avoid an intrusive abuser that Is bent on catching my breath
A new reason to remain fearful and linger back so I can really catch my breath.

The new steps catching up to me am obviously on the edge I won't bulge still
Tears dripping down my face and my fear enveloping me I won't scream still.

A new way to direct my energy as soon as the obvious truth gets to me
Slowly counting my loss in the hope of avoiding the tragedy that will get to me.

Am known to solve problems my own way which is to do nothing and let it flow
The mystery man is me I won't consider shielding my mind away from the flow.

The crucial times when everything sets in and life waves farewell
Rewind to when the first cry was heard and the happy child was bidding farewell.

The clustering around of well-wishers merrying and enjoying the new moment
A new mystery placed down on earth without a real purpose truly defined
The message stuck in my head but getting it out is not truly defined.

A step by step relationship in the moment you are trying to catch a point
The last minutes tick tock like a time but in  reality am trying to make a point.

The period when everyone is advised to quench their taste the best way
The lieing time when people walk around hoping you get back on the right way.
The undecisive period you have to choose between society and you thinking the right way.

Everytime the ideas start trolling in you advise yourself to go to sleep
Anxious readers hoping on a drop but you let the ideas go to sleep.

Believing that a new one is underway so you clear your head of the old ones
The fallow period happens once in a while I can imagine their reaction when they listen to the new ones.

Arguing about a similar outcome that you just got out from
Still complaining about a situation you can't control and didn't get out from.

Holding on to an energy that looks bleaks and drains what you have left
Not enjoying every moment that life throws at you because you have nothing left.

Still reminiscing on how your previous life would have been a perfect blessing if you didn't wake up
On the self reflecting journey on what could become of your very own existence if you didn't wake up.

Still arguing with yourself in your new body untill you start bringing the negative vibes back

On a flight leaving my comfort zone heading out to a better zone
Not really pumped up am leaving my home to be in second place out of my zone.

Stories of how my forefathers were slaves always jolts me back to my reality
The chains that bounded my chest and pain within my lips always bring me back to reality.

Am still a product of my circumstances my colour doesn't define how I move on my trail
The gaze from the bystanders letting me know am out of place in my trail.

Have been living on trial all my life every new step looks like a big mistake
Am living without chains in my mind but physically I might still be a huge mistake.