In every human there seems to be a battle perpetual
Where 2 creatures battle for the final prize
Their intentions are water trying to put out fires
Or the concrete tangible vs the intangible ethereal
And this battle rages without end.
Who wins? The one you defend.

In every human, there live questions without number
Chief among them the one of purpose
Which unanswered makes one anxious
Ruining meals, dulling days, stealing slumber
And this till we find to what end
To do anything, on what to depend.

In every human, there is the urge to worship
Something, things, somebody or people
And sacrifice our very existence at its steeple
And go to war when we feel that it starts to slip
And there unabashed make amends
Till we get back what our heart intends

And every human must ask what is that worship
That holds hostage their existence
And governs their every stance?
What is that purpose? The creature of friendship
To which every back bows, every knee bends
And choose wisely the way eternity ends

(c) nyonglema