TOMORROW INDEED IS UNDEFINED
Depressed young man To me, the future still remain a mystery but what about you? This piece of work is literarily fiction in nature. The sun is about to set yet we're still here contemplating and don't know where to head towards, oh how? What is this? Should I call it malapropism or a dilemma? How do I describe this place? A place where different mysterious happenings keep occurring. Oh why? all of us are born as humans and in the image of God So why should some fall on a sandy ground whilst some on the gravels? So those that fell on the gravels, what is their offense? Ok, so those that have fallen on the sandy ground, I would like to know their luck too. Oh why? Why can't we have an equality here? Now here we are, getting to the apex of the cone, but no hope, no firm guarantee of having such luck anytime soon. Oh how? Are some born of inhuman? Come to think of it, while growing up, peo...