What For Again?

So an eventful weekend for me doing nothing really...don't you have those ones too? When you're just busy chilling or doing nothing much with yourself. Then at the end of the day, you're the first one to yawn..ati nimechoka!!!
Anyway, such is life. Such is life when the doves have cried and they still bear tears within. Such is life when the moon has crashed the waves on the shores. When the stars have shown and it's light again..
But how do you go on when the writings on the wall have been erased? Then your hints are no more? When you have no idea how to start all over again? When it\s time to move on but the step is taking longer than you expected? Or the strength for the step itself is lacking? How do you even come up with the decision of crossing the roads in this circle called life?
You see i am a poet. And poets are more or less observers. You look into your life or that of another, put two and two together then come up with some catchy lines... Rhythmic shit if you ask me but hey, we all think poets are deep peeps??
And so as a poet, i say all this doesn't make sense. All this bickering of oranges, (or one and halves), or kazi iendelee, all this ish of the NSE running like a fish market or any other market that has no IPOs for that matter, all this hullaballoo of the highest paid CEOs. All this crap of get yourself a good education, get yourself a good job, get a good family... then what?
No sense at all... unless you soar with the eagle called hope. Who knows tomorrow? Even the next 5minutes? Who knows anything at all apart from right now? How will the human-designed tangibility be intertwined with this absurdity dubbed entirity in futurity? Told you, educated rythmic shit!!
Still, despite all this confusing jargon, we refuse to be defined by our present and fight with space, for space, to secure a better unknown. The unknown is always better for some reason. Always more promising, more fulfilling, more real, more tangible. Then when future becomes present, it's wanting..most times you have to look at the past.. You find yourself fighting on for more. Maybe a better idea, clearer path, wider range of options...
Maybe in the next lifetime...now thats scary!