To the not so clearly confused
Who sync and sink in it
Deep in the treachery of uncertainties
Lost in the wilderness and maze of the labyrinth
In fear they found succor, a bit of hope and conviction
And in certainty they found lust, loss and even more loss
Taking on the uncharted sea
Or taking the road they thought Frost followed
Before the end of now and a beginning of the next
Both seemingly the same, but clearly dissimilar
For time itself, as shifting, hardly changes
But only made to deceive
Raising our sense of helplessness
Deceiving our sense of awareness
To give the hardworking folk a sense of hope
Impoverish the lazy and get them perplexed
If the truth be true about time
Why is the lazy man's tomorrow certain
And the other's own full of doubts?
Same stands for the sick and sane
Angels or demons, all the same
In the end, Like Robert, I took a stand, and
Like Frost, No one necessarily needs to know

http://poeticpopcorn..com.ng/2015/09/uncertainties.html