Age

As the world continues in its rotation

Inhabitants too continue to age within their own rotation

Alas! None of us become sages

Instead we become lost in so many stages

We age into something delirious.

In our poisoned state,

We poison the mind of the young

They too become,

A person that is strange and precarious

He doesn’t know himself nor does he know others

He cares not for himself nor does he care for others

His desires becomes his insight

His insides becomes disastrous

Derailed, paranoid and constantly in fear

Though we continue to turn the pages

Into our own ruins we seem to be running

My friends they all leave to find, well mostly better wages

My good friends let us not severe kinship but persevere friendship

My relatives’ one at a time perished and forgotten

I keep thinking in what state will I perish and be forgotten?

All ultimately with their own goals

Mainly money,

Money to materialize the happiness it harbours

When the age is still ripe

I plan to make it right

One hopes to head towards the light

Remain with the aright and hold firm to the rope of The Absolute Ruler