“Become something first”, is all I got
when I asked anything.
Where’s the fun in becoming something
when you can be nothing.
Life is a prelude to our real lives,
which is eternal,
Why waste it on a desire so useless
and carnal.
Take the path less traveled by is what
they say,
That should be the mantra to success
they pray.
In this race to become something they
forget,
Doesn’t everyone want to be first?
I bet.
Everybody idolizes a hero, who wants a
cipher?
Ask a hero how he feels, always under
pressure.
If making something of yourself is all
that matters,
Then how foolish of God to give us
life, who leave his earth in tatters.
Heroes are the supermodels of this
world,
Good to see from far but still a part
of a herd.
“Become something first”, is all I got
when I asked anything.
I said, “I become infallible if I know
I am nothing.”
“I want to be like water, pushed
around by the stones,
But reach my destination with the same
taste.
They spit me, waste me and throw me,
But they can’t live without me.”
How good would it be to be free?
Enjoy all the small things like air,
water and tree.
Life is to be lived without any
pressure or gain,
When I was made, I was something, do I
need to prove it again?
