Precious life

Precious life We were given live without directions, Directed to thee almighty Had to move all over Inbound and outdoors Around and overseas To over see over planted seeds on this planet full of weed seeds. We so special Even thought we cant see, Like John Cena God says, you can't see me. So many intersections On these sections So we lost and stuck in the mist throwing our life searching rods to find our live's directions where we hidden directed indirectly Mission is in version But not visionaries to lead us directly. Instead we direct each other indirectly, We turned to be selfish Like separated puzzles pieces. Our lives surrounded by nightmares and fall apart creams on top incontrol. Moving like ants up and down in summer season, even though we running non stop without a solid sweet results. Am so speechless. The reason behind that Is human lives destroyers out there. Alcohol and drug Drugging and grabbing innocent souls in jail of pain, inhailing seeled pains planted by lost directors of life destroyer's direction. We so incomplete, completely as we in corruption. Corrupted by the destruction man the son of even deeds smelling seeds of different weeds. Where is that puzzle? Puzzle of life that we were given divided in pieces to join each others pieces to come up with solid planned bigger picture. Today we are so infertile like infertile soil, Planted fruitful trees But yet brings nothing as it is where it don't belong. By Bulelani Happyboy