• a dual-test •

He was given the platform to stand before the view,

But he wasn’t satisfied when others had someone to piggyback them to reach the cloud 9.

As he moved his vision from west to east,

All he wanted was a fulfilment of his wish,

But as he turned his face back to the west,

He knew he had failed as being the best.

And the unfair condition tailored for him went like this:

“Good is not good enough in this agreement,

And this is an exception to the generic intervention that provides otherwise.”

To no avail, he accepted himself for being physically good, but acknowledged his unfortunate self as being below the category of best or assisted good.

However, in confusion he entrenched upon the platform, standing there and staring right over the mountains as the questions started to surface from the water.

Thinking to himself,

If illusions can be made real,

If “I wish” was more than just a wish,

If “I Hope” was more than a just a false hope,

And if “if” had any meaning at all.

But eventually he retreated from all these thoughts and conceded to the formidable tides,

And said nothing, not a single word,

But to be blown by the winds as he fell from the platform into the water of uncertainty,

And drown by the questions that nobody could assist in answering.

There were spectators who had abstained,

There were readers who slapped him with verses, and

There were the uneducated who assisted in the unnecessary execution process.

He was dying anyway, a natural process, yet I’m not sure why an active role was taken by the people to speed up the process.

Insecurity maybe, fear maybe?