The life I live is not of my own.
I know not when He’ll put me down.
My past has caused dear ones to frown,
But my present proves that I have moved on.
I know I am not the same guy,
And that’s the blessed reason why
I don’t regret for my dark past and cry,
But accept the present in humility and try.
Once a cause of tears to many,
I no longer desire a fool’s company.
Gifted-life’s blank pages, if there be any,
I’ll fill them to make someone’s days sunny.
The world may still point at me
And mock me for what I failed to be.
It’s their life, their opinion as per they see;
It’s my life, saved by same God to be just me.
Living as imperfect as I am,
I learn nothing remains the same-
Not even your sorrow or joy or shame;
Nor your status or health or wealth or fame.
Thus with all my imperfections,
I live and keep feeding my passion
Of scripting my mind to tell the nations,
That we’re born to unite not cause division.
That free-will exercised by men
Is, by its deserved outcome, proven
If the soul is headed for hell or heaven.
To judge and reward, only to God it is given.
A Anato Swu
