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. |