My Perception

It is hard to make sense of the world When you are stuck in my wall. I have ran so many races That only earned me a broken face. These words are the reflection of my woes I can't but keep watching my folks turn foes. Unarguably, my today is not a reflection of my past Because in my yesterdays, I faced all battles, I didn't pick my tasks. But my gold is often given the price tag of coal Leaving me no choice than to clock-walk alone. You see, it is hard to make sense of the world A place where the best are left to eat their words. I gave my blood when my sweat was not enough My dream in their noses like an African snuff. I give ears to their worries, none to mine My visions are like lads stories that should not be taken to mind. My case is before a judge desk Who sleeps and dine in my accused nest. Still, they want me to make sense of the world Where the best gets the worst and the corrupt gets the award. Is there any sense to really make of us? Are humans really worth making sense of? You see, don't waste a lifetime trying to make sense where there is none Instead, strive to make something out of what can be done.