The Reality of Life
When the conscious refuses to stay silent,
It begins to torment the barrier of our lives.
Which is why we get into our guards...
Trying to quiet our guilty conscience.
We can run, and we can hide from our deeds,
But eventually we want to be free.
We confess, we crack
Our hearts are no different.
With the endurance of fascination,
was lure and lore in the dead of the night.
Inauspiciously, all of that never lasts
As good things come to an end.
You believe in your abilities, you open doors of prominence.
You admire your spirit, you open doors of opulence.
Helm your own life and be coerce in it – cause no one will do it for you.
“It takes the leader of a high calibre to resist good offers in life,” they say.
Copyright © Diemo Glen Radebe | Year Posted 2019
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