My life, The metaphor

Like a father I respect you

And like a mentor I look up to you;

Yet I ask who’s the man?

With the game and popularity

Came the shame and insecurities

Of ending up like the rest;

Teenage fatherhood in a dusty village

Without a job was never my definition of success;

In a neighborhood where I need not

Try so hard to impress,

The Night;

Through the trials and tribulations

I learnt never to take anything for granted,

For having fought such temptations

I was now free to indulge in life’s experiences,

Entertain my inquisitive mind

By cheating not on a girl nor death

But on my present with my past

And for that I had to make a Dedication to My Inspirations;

She made me fall in love and even though

I vowed to never love another besides my mother,

Yet every time I was away from her I felt Home Sick;

By seeing her I grew silly and while

I tried to maintain my composure

My chest grew restless and weary,

So I had to write a Letter to my heart;

Those thoughts of you which filled up my head,

Those thoughts of you I could never comprehend

Were nothing but an infatuation of

A 13 year old school boy,

I hope you appreciate my Confession;

My yearnings for fame and fortune

Have brought me shame and confusion

As I look back and ask myself… IF ONLY?

Like those who loved and lost

I intend to swallow my pride

And finish this race which I begun alone;

Like an episode from a soap opera

I write through my life with words and actions

That only I can ponder;

For only I posses the various fonts and phrases to my life;

The metaphor.