Life is a dish of mismatched tastes.
Some are bitter,
Some are sweet,
Some are sour,
Some are bleak.
Life is a hollow visage with emotions filled skin deep.
Some grow,
Some gleam,
Some die,
Some weep.
Life is an endless race,
With felicity and melancholy obstructing it at different phase.
Never eye them with disdain.
Run as fast as you can,
And remember, NEVER haste.
Because life is a sedative race.
