Moronicles
A piece of my mind
The world, you know, is a crazy place,
Crazier people and the craziest race.
Try all you can – cheat, lie and sin,
The race is one you cannot win.
Some are slow, some too fast,
But none still is first or last.
It takes some time to clear the haze,
Come to terms with this wonderful maze.
All have strived and I too tried,
With a knife, I built my pride.
Moved ahead, I made my way,
To keep the pace, I had to slay.
Until one day, when I couldn’t flee,
The mirror of time caught hold of me.
My past I stared, shaken but still.
What I had become at my will.
Far away from those who care,
Nothing to give, nothing to share.
Memories all left on the shelf,
Worse still, I had lost myself.
But soon, I left my shell of gold,
Sailing towards those merry days old.
Meeting people just as a young boy,
In gardens of love and peace and joy.
The race, it wasn’t meant to be won,
Best I could do was not to run.
I took the flowers and threw the knife,
For once, I thought I had a life.