The Curse Poem by Raphael Sackey

Never was it necessary for a man to ponder,
to fantasize, to obsess and to wonder;
for if it was,
then why was the fruit of knowledge not given,
from maker to creature,
like from suitor to lover?

Why then must man think at all,
for he already knows what he ‘must' do,
……..in all instances…….by instinct.
Yet, thanks to his new ability to think,
he ponders till, …confused…
he chooses not to.
THE FOOL! !

Why at all must he think.
He thinks, so he can obsess, fantasize and lust after the pleasing;
then he thinks again to escape the worries of the real world.
For a dream is like the bottle
the dreamer like the drunkard.

But is reality that bad?
I would love to say NO!
Has anybody an answer?
'Is Reality That Bad! ? '
I am shouting to you from the mountain top.
The answer, … please!
Please… not an echo.
Is reality that bad.

The curse of thought.
When at all will it be lifted from our shoulders?
When at all will man abandon his escape avenue to dreamland?
O what a wonderful day it would be,
the day he hears not an echo, but an answer.