*This poem was written by a friend of mine*
What if life was a mirage?
What if my life were a mirage?
I mean I think I can see ahead
On getting there it’s not as flourishing as I thought
Instead I’m on dry ground
Tomorrow is uncertain
The horrors that plague my now, have turned my tomorrow into a bleak sky.
I’m faced with crossroads that seem to lead to a never ending maze
Should I not?
Not a day passes without these thoughts
Do I have to give up my dream in exchange for a better life?
The good book says ‘don’t worry about the morrow for it would take care of itself’
‘’A little sleep, a little folding of the arms, so shall poverty creep in…”
Failure to prepare is preparation to fail
I’m trying to water the road ahead, but still on reaching there, all I see is a MIRAGE!
– voiceless author