My thought reached its summit
In a cracking emergence of the morning
Legs lay before, weary
Life presents itself, empty.

Life is an irony
A delusion that pervades
Without limits usurping
Heads down, crestfallen

Man sits on his wisdom
His mind shudders blank
Life offers least or no chance
Hopes sink deep, deeper.

My time seems eternal
Within a transitory period
Clouds of hopes heap above
Eyes look at the heavens

It all was ironic
Never occurred in reality
People sleep on blemished hopes
Arriving not in a second.

© Yusuf Muhammad