Contradictions African Winter Hair Revelation
Both time
&
Life is fleeting
Birth most certainly
Similataniously
Also leads and ends in death
Like the winter climate in South Africa
Johannesburg specifically during Winter
As coming in the end of Autumnal May
When the Summer rains have gone and is over
Everything and all around has turned
Brittle dry and a hue colored brow
What then becomes a familiar sight
Is seeing desolate scrubs of wasteland set alight
All burnt down until sand and black charred remains
Are all that is left to be seen
However fortunately when spring eventually arrives
Bringing with it fort it's quenching thirsting rain
That same barren ravaged landscape
Renews and brings forth with it fresh life again
Simararilay like when we go and get a haircut
In order to remove and cut off split ends
Which makes it once more grow and thrive again
But as a caveat I am also willing to admit
There is most always an exception to the rule
And if I may please use myself as an example
To prove this point if you are willing to indulge me
In regards to me using a haircut as a metaphor
That is until one day you are like me
Find yourself not having to cut your hair anymore
As you haven't got anymore no longer to cut
You are now Bald and it unfortunately
Ain't coming or you aren't able to grow back
And it is only after that and at that point
You will eventually finally come to understand
And finally eventually realize and begin to appreciate
That which you seemingly took for granted
The difference between linear thinking
Life and Deaths
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