Bed of Anxieties
The world is a cesspool of complexities,
We are caught in a web of perplexities,
The deeper we search for explanations,
The more akin we are to contemplations.
Life is a bed of anxieties.
The closer we are to the light,
The more opposition we have to fight,
Life's tempest is not an illusion,
Though opulence fronts the conclusion,
We push through life's sea with every might.
No sage has seen the end of the book,
No matter how further they look,
We go into each day with unrelenting hope,
Taking watchful steps along each slope,
No one is perfectly skilled at throwing the hook.
February 24, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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