Life

Sometimes it's very good too write even when you're low.

I wish I had a thousand wishes,

Or maybe a dream could come true.

I wish it only rained when I wanted

Then summer could last forever,

None of those cold days to keep us inside.



Destiny, they say, runs its own course,

Life is just a tapestry.

I've run through the woods,

I've stood on the shore,

But what is life all about?

Who can say where we are going,

To what ends are we searching?



Our purpose evades us all.

We hide all inside from those we love

We say words, never meant to be said.

Dreams we have, never shared

Loneliness we feel, kept inside.

Our only enemy is ourself.