I woke up today like any other day
While rolling around in my head
It distinctly occurred to me that I was a hypocrite
For everything I was meant to do that I didn’t
For every time I chose the wrong option just for its ease or pleasure
For every time I was Idle when I had so much work to do
For everything I was blessed with that I wasted or invested in sin
For every favour I did selfishly
Like all those who asked me for honest advice and yet chose the other option
Who was I to be mad at them for wasting my time?
Why would they do the right thing when the person offering advice is a victim too?
Even if they were better for it, would it help me? Encourage me?
There is always an easy way out, why is it usually the wrong one?
How easy is it to take the right way when the wrong way is easier?
In this day and age where kids are brought up in a world that gets easier by the day,
Why would anyone be behind the times and try to do otherwise?
Easier not to care
Easier not to love
Easier cos there are always options
Move with the times, moves with the times, move with the times I say!
But it’s getting harder as well.
Am I the only one who sees this?
Is not it getting harder?
To breathe with all that pollution?
To see in person when they’re just a ping away?
To relish the warmth of touch when a bed is just a walk away?
To sit and talk when work’s piled up for days?
To tell the truth when the lie seems the democratic way?
To find what we need under all this information overlay?
But change is the only constant thing
Think again! Truth is constant!
There used to be a time when all knew the truth
We didn’t have to speak it cos we lived it
Now we find it near impossible to speak about it
Simply cos we killed it! WE ALL killed it!
Who will convict us? Our conscience?
Our conscience is its only witness to its own murder!
Without a guide, how do we know where we are heading?
Like sailors at sea slowly sailing towards sirens
What is virtue?
Patience is for fools!
Be fast and furious!
Be raw and rugged!
Be giddy and greedy!
Be wily and witty!
Now its truth against tolerance
Respect against liberty
Patience against ambition
Integrity against impression
Semantics against redefinition
Can’t beat them?
Can’t always win?
Pick your own strengths and your own weaknesses
Pick what you win at and what you will sacrifice?
Pick your sins?
Pick your scenes?
Is there equilibrium between reward and consequence?
Do we always lose some when we win some?
Opportunity cost you say?
But it can’t be that way!
We always get away with it!
Burned liver, overwhelming spleen
Deteriorating economy, withering skin
Ghost like soul, narcissistic whim
Me, myself and I, the counterfeit’s triangle
The lies me hides from I,
The hate I hide(s) from myself,
The lack of faith myself has in me
The synthesis of our hypocrisy