The Tragedy In Life Is Rejecting What You Once Dreamed Of

The tragedy of life isn't
Gaining weight of a complacent wife
And carrying a baby that was never meant
To be

The tragedy of life is
Hatefully rejecting the gifts
Meant for
Thee

The tragedy of life isn't
Having a spare tire
Around your belly

The tragedy of life is
Having a resolve
Made of jelly

State of one's mind is a
Pendulum
Swinging gracefully
To and fro

The tragedy of life isn't
A monster disturbing the
Pendulum
While pretending to be a
Bro

The tragedy of life is
Continually pushing
Continually heaving the
Pendulum
To and fro

The tragedy of life
Is not being grounded
Is not having your wings clipped

The tragedy of life
Is being gifted golden wings
And refusing to fly

Why do we refuse to use our
Brains
To study

Yet we use our
Brains
To get angry
To get vengeful
To get hateful

Let the mind sleep
Let the heart weep
Yet the soul knows
Thou peace to keep