It's been me!
From crawling, to wailing;
From begging to earing;
From asking to giving;
From thinking to making;
From dreaming to winning;
It's just been me,
Feeding my tables with my talents;
It's just been me,
Making life from the nut I've become.
Above is a short poetic piece taking about myself, and which can also talk about anyone else. I'm trying to visualize the growth in me as a person, right from the stage where I was called and infant to the stage I started stealing, and to the stage I needed to learn, and to the stage I needed to earn, and to the stage I needed to teach, and to the stage I need to understand life and what I need to make from it cause it has nothing for me nor anybody!
Just like the climate change, every other thing changes too we only need to observe, and yes aside the changes, what do you think life has to offer?
If not dead, what does life has to offer?
Since I've got to understand this, my little priority is to make life understand my needs, and what do you expect of life instead? This life it too hard but yet simple. It's not a life meant for the rich nor for the poor. Not for the blind nor for those who can see. Not for the orphans nor for those with parents. Life is not for everyone but for anyone who can think and be conscious.
The poem talks in stages, and I believe all that can read this would find their stages there in the poem. There's only one stage the poem didn't talk about Death because no one can leave to talk about that. No one knows if the dead is even conscious or just helpless.
It's time to think, the world and life is for the thinkers, and you have to think twice or think free to survive. We can't all be rich or wealthy but we can all be successful!