See it all...

Kicking off those bathroom slippers
Walking about on the cold stone floor
Wondering if it’s not a bit too early to
Start walking out the wooden front door

Watching birds in the winter morning
Off to gather bread for the little ones
Chirping perhaps to glorify their business
Humming tunes much more than once

Making a fuss of the same old routine
The wife and kids better be doing fine
Talking to ourselves about a hated cycle
Doubting, ‘Has my life ever been mine?’

Blame the clock for hurrying every single day
Skimming through a newspaper on our way
Quick meals owing to a haughty lack of time,
‘Sigh, no breathers for us folks even today!’

What’s the matter with all of us people?
Each head bent on thinking the same thing
Saying nothing about what’s the truth but
Cribbing on and on about every single thing!

Looking out for some damn saving grace
Even in the best of the best awarded gifts
Eyes blind to the fruit from the trees for
We see only the seed we’ve got to sow

Somebody! Tell us all,
What we’ve got to do at all!
Somebody, let us know
What’s behind that giant wall,
Somebody, everybody
Just look inside to see it all.
What a life we’ve been living if we
Claim to die to simply have it all…