Precious life

We were given live
without directions,
Directed to thee almighty
Had to move all over
Inbound and outdoors
Around and overseas
To over see over planted
seeds on this planet full of weed seeds.

We so special
Even thought we cant see,
Like John Cena
God says, you can't see me.

So many intersections
On these sections
So we lost and stuck
in the mist throwing
our life searching rods
to find our live's directions where we hidden directed indirectly
Mission is in version
But not visionaries
to lead us directly.

Instead we direct each other indirectly,
We turned to be selfish
Like separated puzzles
pieces.
Our lives surrounded by nightmares and fall apart creams on top incontrol.

Moving like ants
up and down in summer season, even though we running non stop without a solid sweet results.
Am so speechless.

The reason behind that
Is human lives destroyers out there.
Alcohol and drug
Drugging and grabbing innocent souls in jail of pain, inhailing seeled pains planted by lost directors of life destroyer's direction.

We so incomplete, completely as we in corruption.
Corrupted by the destruction man the son of even deeds smelling seeds of different weeds.

Where is that puzzle?
Puzzle of life that we were given divided in pieces to join each others pieces to come up with solid planned bigger picture.
Today we are so infertile
like infertile soil,
Planted fruitful trees
But yet brings nothing as it is where it don't belong.

By Bulelani Happyboy