So many times we seek the source of the sauce that sweetens life,
We listen to rhymes and chimes when all is bleak, looking for a course of action to make cause and endure even in strife,
But how often do we look to a different paradigm, one of our own design, choosing to be our own boss and not having to force “smitten” smiles?
Why do we spend so many a cent on things other than rent only to enjoy ploys that only make for moments?
How is it that we aim to ascend but do so in manners indecent thinking we’re different from those who toy with others’ lives and torment?
Has it ever occurred to anyone that rules mustn’t bend, standards should be upheld and “good” and “bad” weren’t words invented for joy but with intent?
Is it too late to wish upon a star and hope that somehow we can pick ourselves up?
Is the debate on what would be best for us a far too pointless one, are we lost and hopeless, banished to the dark?
Changes come and leave a mark, sometimes a scar, but will we ever be able to hide it all when on life’s stage, with make-up?
I for one live each day as it comes, in reality,
Remaining as I have always been,
Yours in perpetuity,
Evans Mbora Campbell.