A POEM: POINTLESS...

"What if who I hoped to be was always me?
"What if the path I tried to cut was always cleared?"
- Jon Bellion (Stupid Deep)...

Dry leaves holds no water;
Swimming fishes do not thirst;
A pound of stone and
A pound of feathers are the same;
Why raise such arguments...?

Emptiness, all we scamper for;
Vanity we tussle to attain;
Contravening the law of contentment;
Why such lengthy plans?
Do they really count...?

We all wish for a faultless kind of love;
Instead of making the best out of this one.
We pray to attain pinnacles as others;
Forgetting to make gardens on our own valleys;
When would reality dawn on us...?

A lost race is lost; train for the next;
Don't tell tales of how you almost won.
Don't get lost in the crowd of sameness;
Where you do not belong;
Don't get flooded in pointless thoughts...

POINTLESS...

Written and Arranged by:
Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift…

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