Life never meant to be a cake walk,
Neither it seemed to be a thunderstorm,
But somehow...I don't know why
It creeps like a lukewarm.
There are days to rejoice,
There are days to think twice,
There are days to be doomed,
There are days to be glommed.
Somehow I don't find a path to walk,
Somehow I don't have a person to talk,
Somehow the soul can't stop being good,
Even if people crusify it on the wood.
It seems it takes too much for someone to care,
Even if I have everything to share.
Sometimes life rocks like a rooster,
Sometimes it needs a bit of booster.
Heart sobs at the thoughts of the past,
It also throbs at the snapshots of the past.
All this doesn't mean that I am a pessimist,
I bet you won't find a better optimist.
Yet Yet Yet...I continue to play to the tune of life,
Because life is something TB can't avoid!!!
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1 comment:
wonderful....
very nice rythmn....
well.....
present is momentary,
nostalgia is forever...
hence worth a remembrance once a while, rite.. :)
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