I’ve thought (written?) several about my thoughts on life and for the various facet life gives us, sometimes it feels like we are being tricked by life; sometimes it feels like we’re getting a treat. Maybe that’s what the “life’s not rosy” phrase means, I’m still not sure. This is poem written by four of my friends (Fola Kol, Tosin Gbogi, Saba Raja and Femi Osewa); as you read the poem, you’d probably notice how everyone’s take on life  feels as the poem “talks”.

trick or treating
a trick on living or dying this is life
hold on me
the trick itself is the treat we seek,
solving the puzzle of divided unity.
a trick or treat, can’t say or see
or know or care or discover
or hide or find
the trick in living is not dying

The trick in living is not dying
In itself, death is not satisfying
Being thankful: the trick to living
An illusion of wholeness it gives
Though this cup is yet to brim.

Brim brim the cup of death
Boom boom the tropes of health
Hopes, I died yet I live.
In itself, death exists,
Life exists, as it is,
Neither is complete, neither satisfying,
Dying live, as living are dying.
Even in my death, my spirit longed for here,
my body yearned to do things like i yet lived.

Behold i must keep the fight never to invoke the dead me.