SWEAT, BLOOD & TEARS FOR GOLD
Life is just a sundered mirror made from dust
That reflects the image of a boy hiking an alley
Just like a blind hiker hiking on an unknown path
Toiling, weary, tired, as the winds howl in horror
Seconds can feel like a millennium in perdition
Under the sun that melt snowflakes into water
Where sweats are the water that forms a river
River that flows into running memories of time
Life could sometimes be a deceptive man
That wears the body of a dubious drummer
Beating the drums of how fire burns water
But the ashes are apagoge of absurdities
I'm the deaf wayfarer on this road called life
That doesn't listen to the croaks of "don't go"
From forest fearful frogs by the roadside
As I walked down the hills of the gold mine
Life is just a sundered mirror made from rock
That reflects the image of a man without digger
Digging deep down into the bowel of the earth
Like an archeologist looking for lost artifacts
Rock get harder than diamond the more I dig
Hands wet with bloods like a mid-wife doctor
A newborn baby never comes without bloods
With bloods come tears of joy and happiness
Life is just a sundered mirror made from gold
That reflects my image with the golden crown
Telling the world it take sweats, bloods, tears,
To dig deep down the hill for the biggest nugget
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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