Life@21
A game of charades
Between you and I
Looking for green lawns
For pearly mansions
For a sumptuous dine
All unyielding thorns
Why the hue and cry?
When the answer echoed within so many times
Life@21 is nothing but charades!
Cloaked in fear
Too afraid to dare
A bottle of wine?
To savor the escape
Or the sedentary chime?
To drown in a sea of your own sorrows
Like the palette of a painter
Either a colour so distinct
Spread evenly and proud
Or a haemorrhaging mix
Like in a botched surgical shroud
Playing roulette with his life
Never too confident
Never too proud
Lost in the potpourri
And vehemently stout
Life@21 is nothing but charades!
What remains is a puddle of hope
In the creek of lost gains
Covered with ferns and moss
Serenading your life
Keeping you alive
No better than a frog
Not a tadpole
Trying to survive
Masking a bold face on land
Spawning under the lamp
Life@21 is nothing but charades!
If you are still YOU inside
Not what the world calls you outside
Try riding across unchartered lines
Try lighting a candle in bright sunshine
Try putting yourself in someone else’s rhyme
But all this at the expense
Of being 21 inside
Of forfeiting the silver dines
Of forfeiting your exuberant side
Try being a martyr sometime!
For at 21,
It’s easy to follow the worldly dime
A dollar here
No worth inside
Try at once
Try being a martyr sometime!
Too many charades in play
Too many relations at stake?
No need to sacrifice tonight
But remember
It’s an honor being a martyr sometime!
If, at 21
You still feel alone inside
Take a walk down the memory lane
And feel the spark burn bright
Draw your blades
Load the cannon tonight
Your prime is intact
Don’t let your future cry
If all is well
Make the sacrifice tonight!
Drop the charades and walk a different mile
If you feel up to it
Life@21 isn’t unkind!
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