We are like firewood and candle sticks, <br />some burning faster than the others. <br />Just like that without justifications. <br /> <br />Like travellers on this road, <br />the road some travels longer and faster than other. <br />Turning us to athlects, <br />who never kisses the finish line at the same time. <br /> <br />Thinking about all these, <br />i wish i could misbehave. <br />Catching all the fun. <br />But reflecting on how short life could be, <br /> and the thought of the permanent site, <br />where eternity awaits me. <br />Won't just allow me to.<br /><br />Babalola Augustine Adeola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-reality-19/
