lost opportunity

The spirit which conquers Everest
Similar to the guy who scores the winning goal
Who dances to Olympic glory on slippery ice
With nothing but skates and volumes of confidence
Without such the elements tend to take advantage

Making life an unnecessary guessing game
Where you fail to score when the opportunity arises
Cos you forever contemplating defeat
Busy second guessing yourself, everybody
Especially the very opportunity that sits in your palms
Life without confidence a needless burden

Making a beautiful woman feel like a toad
All because she second guesses the mirror’s reply
Doubts God’s intentions
Disapproves of the work of chromosomes

Making life a living hell
A place where hope wilts
‘Cos hope is nurtured with buckets of faith
Without which a fruitful existence becomes a sentence
Spent chasing after a black cat in the dark of night
Looking for a mishap that failed to arrive

Failing to complement her
Forever looking out for who’s showering her
Acknowledging her presence
Chasing after the butterfly when it has departed from your palms
Losing sight of the beauty presented by the present

Watching milk turn sour
Instead of drinking the damn milk
Living with insecurity
A lost opportunity

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014

Author of: Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit


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