I can’t love everyone the same,
I’m only human.
I live, love, forget, laugh, cry and sometimes get filled with disdain
I live in the moment, only a few days and I’m gone.
I sense opportunities and I take them. Like everyone else I’m selfish.
I want to be happy so I go where I find happiness. Only to be told in the face I’m wicked and inconsiderate.
What should I do then?
Am I wrong to be human? Or should I play the cards of immortals?
My clearest and candid opinions should be held back. Because they please nobody else apart from myself.
I can’t hate, so I live freely……reaping repercussions greater than what I bargained for.
Life’s complexity makes me call for a mayday . Where could I go but to the Lord?
I’m told to be wise. Does wisdom have its excesses then?
Then I’m told not to please anyone. I became self- centered in my attempt.
The same people who advised me are the same people now painting me black.
I’m trying to live right. Looking out for myself is all I ever did wrong.
I have no regrets. Standing for what I believe in brought me this far.
I believe in God and I believe in myself.
I’m human but I want to be more. I want a taste of divinity and a foretaste of eternity.
I acknowledge that I’ll die oneday,
And the good and bad I premeditated will be replayed on the day of reckoning
But until then I’ll strive for satisfaction,rising above odds and doing my master’s will.
I found a muse in my confusion. I’ve learned more than life could teach me.
My days are young and the night is nearer than I could ever imagine.
There’s no one else in my likeness so I have more reason to acknowledge my Creator
Till the story ends…………,
Philip N. A Larkai.