Libre Magazine

Stripes or solids,
An interesting game,
And if the pocket of opportunity were bereft you,
who is it you would blame?!

Many would say it’s who it is you choose to be,
A Solid soul, worth other people’s trust, but dull and mundane,
Or Stripes, with sharp cutoffs of shaded past;
shadows evil, sins medieval, a colourful life entirely in vain
Both rolling across the greenest green,
which one is you, which one is me?!
are you whom you were meant to be?

You know the earth is flat,
We’ll fall off eventually…
Roll into pockets, clanking against others of our own kind,
And we’ll tie in the in the dark, oblivious to the rich mahogany,
Wondering when we became so jaded, eventually blind…?

Life is but a question, I really need answers,
Who am I, where do I belong, what is my destiny?
Did I seal my own fate,
Or is this emotionless curse forever bestowed on me…

Is there really a creator,
Or is faith an opiate to keep me high..
How can I know if there’s really Heaven,
IF I don’t even know, if in the next instance,
whether I’ll live or die..

Do people really love me true,
Or is it all a lie…
Is it a mirage in blazing, blistering deceit,
Will they just let me fall and wave bye bye?!

Why take the risk, I’m too young for this,
Yet before I know it, I’ll be old,
Should I plunge, blind folded,
trust my life on this bungee rope that binds me,
When I’m still wet behind the ears,
scarcely wise enough not to believe all I’m told…

Does my opinion not count,
Am i really so mentally unwell?
Now tell me if I should jump so
my soul can escape to the Pearly Gates,
Or should I remain trapped
in paining numbness? -… this life? ..- HELL?!