How Did It All Go Wrong Poem by Sakhile Junior Mndzebele

How did it all go wrong? How did I loose sight of what was important? I used to be the guy inside the room where everyone outside wishes to get in, while every other guy always speculates on how it was to be in there, I actually witnessed it. Now I'm just another guy out here, only difference is I'm much more sad than all the other guys, I've been there I know how happy it gets, I used to belong in there, but not an anymore. How do you become happy, knowing you've already lived the best of your years, and at an instant the fairy tale ended? Do you smile because you once knew the happiness or do you cry that what you knew then is lost to you now? I think I know life's secret, 'the worst thing about having something is the risk that it could all go away, it could all be lost to you, one with nothing has nothing to loose and everything to gain and one with everything stands to loose everything'.