I don’t want to

I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to go, I don’t want to nap
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to go to bed
I don’t want to obey, I don’t want to drive
I don’t want to study, I don’t want to deliver
I don’t want to swim, I don’t want to dive
I don’t want to run, I don’t want to succeed
I don’t want to fail, I don’t want to learn
If that is the case, then you don’t want to flourish
Life is not about choices in denial,
But about choices that leads to a well-fulfilled life

I can imagine that it takes a lot to move
To slide towards the goal of the marksman
Flying and citing the goals that litter all around
Swaying to the sound of calypso in the soul
Ever prompting me to grab for the sky and hold the cloud
The witnesses that surround the shadows of fortitude
The spikes, piercing the softness of doubt
Never failing to leave a reminder that toil comes before the fame

He used to be me
He made a move and left the a trail
A choice to set aside the limitations of circumstances
The cover for those who seek but are just too meek
Figures are ever coming closer than I thought
In my head, I feel the roaster of the grind
The toaster-spewing out slices of ideas
Left untouched, hardened and misplaced
I guide myself to the paths of the unforgotten
Noting that no matter the task, all it asks is the first step.

Muyiwa Babalola copyright (C) 2010

The Beginning of A New Horizon

Have you ever wondered what your purpose in this world is? Are you just made to exist? I have pondered on these thought repeatedly, then finally the answer became so real to me.

I have a reason for being on planet earth and I don’t want to leave without fulfilling it. It can be for a small reason but if I am consistent and persistent, this small purpose can become a big one.

It can become significant enough to make a mark in some else’s life and subsequently in mine. You know, it is said that the richest place is in the cemetery. Why? Because lots of talents are buried there.

The same illustration goes for the kitchen sink which drains the most nutritious aspect of our meals. Imagine the sink having a field day with all the overcooked meals wasting away.

Let’s not waste our time and talents. We are all blessed with something so put it to use, somehow, somewhere and some day soon.

My gifted husband and I will team up together to provide monthly heartfelt poems and food for thought topics. Please join us as we deliberate on the different ways to make this world a better place to live.

We welcome your comments and healthy discussions.

Thank you and God bless.
Dolapo