Human Beings

Dunno if I am a seed of pea
or a dead log of lumber;
they call I human beings
whatever that means
I can no longer remember.

Who am I, What am I,
Whatz my name,
What am I doing here?
Dun even know if I care?
Dunno if tis heaven or hell
Don’t have no way to tell.

I opened my eyes,
woke up from my ancient sleep,
perceiving strange and wonderful sounds, all around
I have heard before the same calls
yet my mind cares not to recall.

I find myself in this house of mirrors
half real, half dream,
half mad half sane.
I see the sad smiling eyes,
singing the bluesy tunes,
as dark hours turn into dawnlights.

Dunno if I am a strain of music
or the sound of laughter floating in the wind.
Dunno if I am a colour of the rainbow
or an element of space;
I see myself in a race
and I am just going on.

Dunno the air I breath
nor the earth I walk;
Having heard numerous talks
I now discount all philosophies as idleness;
What can be known is knoweable
what surpasses that is ineffable.

So I am like living day to day
day by day, sometimes living for today;
Hoping to realize in the end
the why to how I was sown;

Maybe one day, my old memories will return
and light will come back to uncover
this imponderable matrix,
this psychedalic magic;
perhaps subsequent to my freedom
from living in this amnesiac prison called human life.

But until then,
not will I know
If I is a piece of earth
or a drop of water,
some say they are human beings
whatever that really means?

Jide Uwechia

April 12, 2006