Do you ever have any doubts?
To what life is all about,
For oftentimes it may look bleak,
The rain, the cloud, and the storm that marches on,
Yet a small gale may blow you off your peak,
As you storm the heavy front,
Will it still be cold?
Or will there be warmth as they’ve foretold?
Maybe life is not as bad as we made it out to be,
For sometimes even storms clear out from the sea,
The tide may be high and vicious from a glance,
Yet deep within, the water is still,
And the fishes dance,
Without care of the raging seas above;
May it rain, may it shine,
For life still goes on
Even if we won’t.
We only see what we want ourselves to see:
The good, the bad, and the ugly,
So open your eyes and we might see more,
Than the predicaments we imagine ourselves ashore.
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