Why does it happen all the time
That life doesn’t go in a straight line
It wavers to and fro so much
That we all seem to loose touch
With life’s happiness and joys untold
And are left with only regrets to hold
We seem to be destined
To be left alone behind
When others are winning the race
We are not even keeping the pace
Life’s cruel jokes play on and on
Leaving us all bleeding and torn
In pieces infinitesimally small
To be laughed at, by one and all

Don’t ever become this life’s puppet, so weak and so fickle
Your soul may still be soaked in blood, smile and let it trickle