The world rotates,
A restless insomniac,
Lays on its back
Upon its bed of thorns
The bedsheets are sweating
Blood and brine
Midnight is crying for dawn.
A dream crashes to death everyday –
What laws really govern our lives?
No legal textbook
Can capture the reasons and dynamics of living
So why don’t I stop wasting my time
With laws that terminate at death;
Seek instead for those that ever were
Ever will be.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.