Destiny
Some things in this world
Were just meant to be.
Like the story in a book,
I believe in destiny.
Like the sky was meant to be blue
And the birds meant to fly
And wolves meant to howl
And people meant to cry.
Rain was meant to fall and
Souls were meant to combine
And destiny is always in
A straight line.
If wars were meant to happen
And people were meant to fight
And people who were dying
Were meant to see the light.
If suicide is normal
And time can never change
Is life in enjoyment normal
And suffering is strange?
If reading was always possible
And people were meant to write,
Then the sun would always go down
And it’d be dark at night?
If roses were always red,
And violets always blue
Would living always be this way?
And I’d be forced to love you?
Distance
Physical distance was never
A problem for a yearning love.
When space separate, the soul
Connects. You may never have been
Around but I learned to draw
Your eyes with my mind
And colour them in with my soul.
Physical distance never left me
Empty because imagination made your
Voice and warmth is creatable.
The mind is beautiful
And the mind is wise,
It can be false warmth
And false eyes
And can continue one’s love
To the point of a burn
But the limit of the mind,
It can’t make people love in return.
Dreams
He awoke in his bed
With tears on his face.
He awoke but he felt
Oddly out of place.
Awoke and felt the
World that he knew was fake.
He awoke but really
Didn’t feel awake.
In a state of minor consciousness
He dreamed a dream,
He dreamed of a scene
too good to be seen,
too perfect it was obscene
so, it was deemed fake
or so it would seem, so
it remained a dream.
He saw it nonetheless
Even though it was in his mind
And he realized that life
Could never be kind.
The dream was over
But the pain would remain
She was the only thing
He’d never obtain.
If he worked hard enough
He could have all the money,
If he moved somewhere nice
He could live where it was sunny.
If he waited, he might
Even find a new love
But any chick sadly doesn’t
compare to the white dove.
He couldn’t have her
Because it was out of his control
And this thought left him feeling
Less than whole.
He awoke that morning learning one
Thing from that dream.
That life can never
Be as it seems.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Matriculant 2018
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