Being in the doldrums,
Bad luck all around.
The track never changes.
Its cycle that keeps going.
Its like the gift that keeps giving.
Who brought this on?
Who cares.
You make your own destiny,
Mostly everyone gets it right.
Some never get it to make it.
Everybody laughs,
Flit and Flutter like butterflies,
and some just watch them afar.
But who cares anyway,
Everyone has problems,
They learn from it.
Some keeps having them
and never learn from it.
But who cares anyway.
Never preach to the masses
When you can't get things right.
Who cares if you live or die.
You are nothing just butt of the joke.
You are the laughing stock of fate.
But who cares anyway.
Its all a bloody illusion,
With an oxymoronic reality.
Life is indeed like the most beautiful poem without a word of praise.. But then, the irony of life is what keeps life moving while men and women play the guessing game.. and they conveniently have fate to blame if they lose..
ReplyDeleteBut if you look deep enuf, someone does care.. really..
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