i am an unconfident stupid
just treading on in life
another plain day on plane earth
on the streets again, in the lanes
on the pavements, across the junctions
watching busy lives whiz past
my life seems to know no time
nor my own heartbeat
i, for once know nothingness
amid life in proliferation
an urge to move forward
pushes me onto my feet again
until another time and
another thought makes me stop.

Destinations abound in this wander
lost amidst the random lanes
i seek a place to end mine
i’ve heard people say, it had be home
as of now, i’ve to say not
‘cos there is where questions arise
the fuel for my mileage
of desperations of the mind
of questions of the fortunes ahead
my unsteady hand and weak shoulders
can they hold out for i and my beings
maybe the residue of the thoughts on
life in the simplest and subsistence
haven’t let of me, haunting my new
life of responsibility, and traditional life
stirring confrontations within myself
i fight to let the material me win
cos that i painfully understand is
what has to strike out first for the
later me to be meaningful
which otherwise would cow down to
be another life wasted in doing nothing
unless i am fortunate enough to derange

thoughts fringe on my mind as to whether
everyone has the same thoughts
is everyone around me in a fix as i am ?
whether i am alone in this world
not having found anyone
with views that converge with mine
not strangely, i am the least surprised
cos i am coward, afraid to voice
my thoughts , for fear of ridicule
ridicule, which had have no effect
in my torment nor in my liberation
and then my mind throws up excuses
for my cowardice, asking questions
at the very questioning of my human wants
not forgetting to include needs to present
a stronger case to my conscience
it asks me what difference it had make
to me and my life - at loggerheads
or even to the world where,
i am nothing but another speckle of dust
bowing again to, me of wants
though pained in the conscience
i tread on leaving scant trails
of a life i often pray would offer no pain
to my fellow beings, had it not be able
to give any better gains
here is where i had depart from your view
in your own wander, maybe with conflicts
just like mine, unwilling to bow to human life
to take a different flight in this short life
maybe now i had depart, but maybe
just maybe you had think of this sad one
at least for the moment of now
and pray for a tomorrow for our beings
in peace and tranquility that we have heard of
but never seen with our eyes, let that trail of
hope keep us alive, treading this life as ‘I’.