Bitter Sweet Adventures

Journey

As children, we were dreamers, pure and free,
With hearts untouched by harsh reality.
Our favorite things could fill our hearts with glee,
Like a red balloon, or a Pooh Bear to see.

We clung to them with all our might,
Thinking they'd be with all us day and night.
Then, the world came crashing in,
Our balloon popped, and we were left in chagrin.

Promises one after another were made,
They were all broken, leaving us dismayed.
Our hearts were left with cracks and tears,
We learned that forever is one of many myths.

As we grew, we faced the truth,
That life is fleeting, and time is proof.
We work so hard, but what's the use,
When death is the end, with no excuse.

We try to find meaning in this life,
But it's a journey filled with strive.
We're blind souls in the dark of night,
Searching for light to make things right.

Our hearts may be scarred and imperfect,
But we keep walking, despite the neglect.
For half the journey is spent searching for worth,
The other half is spent living for the same birth.

Life may seem meaningless at times,
But we keep going, exhaust in the climb.
For in the end, it's the journey that counts,
And the moments we shared, that truly amount.