These phases of life
take them in a stride.
They come, they go
making you a step more than before.
Things happen for a reason.
The tides of life
dapple the drab flow
that's what makes us grow.
Its time for a FOG
our vision is blind to fate.
We crave, we live
find the 'why' of life.
Things are beautiful,
cause they aren't apparent.
The bird flies hard, high
to reach the end of this endless sky.
Life is a series of games.
It's the playgrounds that change.
We fight for ourselves
in the end, only we get to win. |
