Nobody Knows

Tadpolesque perches on the egg. A merge
A product of lust or love, a fetus on the verge
Not exactly a tumor anymore, the time it’d be nine
A baby is born, a life has begun.
Folded hands with dreams and hopes it comes
With frail fingers and widespread palms, it’s gone
With empty gums it comes and goes
but all it chews in between, nobody knows

The head of the family tells tales to the children on the floor
They listen, soon to take the place of the man they adore
The heir to the throne feels more royal, when he grows his first pubic
Flirting with the opposite, feeling bruised by the blind cupid
Love hurts, but do not abstain
Eyes are the window to the soul; I’m not blind to your pain
They say the eyes do not grow from when you come and when you go,
But all it sees in between nobody knows.

Caught in a rat race, a few decades close to your exit
A little crisis leaves you wondering if you could relive it
Reminiscing on old days, creating mental memories that weren’t
If it’s a new skill you’d want to learn it, bigger check, you’d want to earn it
It was always better in the past. Prices were always fair
Life is no longer black and white, proved by the budding grey hair
Just in time, story lines appear on the once smooth fore head
The skin is a writing pad, more than a sheath for the soul
But all it feels in between, nobody knows

The foldings tell a wrinkled fable
As shaky digits rest on wooden tables
And the third leg makes them barely stable.
If you’re rich enough you’d have wheels, one that gets you moving
And one to keep your family moving
If you made it in life, you’d have a maid for your grooming
But if you’re dying poor, and your life’s birds are roosting
Leaving family jewels or just pearls of wisdom
Isn’t much of a question as the sun sets on a life that is done
Womb to the tomb and everything in between, that’s how the story goes
Where do you go from here? Nobody knows.

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