Oh, how cruel the life is,
gives only one chance at death.
Doesn’t it know?
Experience makes a man perfect.
The Sun rise,
Open eyes,
Curiosity arise,
if something doesn’t work,
Baby cries,
Mommy consoles,
by telling lies,
Sleepy eyes,
Blue skies,
Easy peasy pies.
Aunt adolescence arrives,
Imagination flies,
Thoughts run wild,
Dreams oblige,
Sparkled fires,
Naïve hopes,
help survive.
Then comes the silence,
Long, far and stretched-out,
as far as the eye sees,
eye is not pleased,
because it cannot see.
Dark skies,
Reality strikes,
Faith bribes,
World unveils,
its true color stripes.
Prejudice and fight,
part of everyday life.
Happiness bids good-bye,
Sadness says hi!
Mommy tries to console,
but face catches the lie.
Sleep no longer in the eye.
No so easy pie.
Days fly,
Nights come,
Nights go by.
Dreams stay alive.
There goes the life.
Oh, what a pathetic lie,
Entirety of which is spent
Waiting.
Waiting for joy,
and only given moments,
there and here.
Waiting for Fridays,
to escape mundanity,
and only given 52 a year.
Waiting for death,
and only given once.
Oh, how cruel the life is.
– Cruel Life, 10th April 2020
