Life is a mixture of passing phases,
Like the phases of the moon in the sky,
Wish that life was simpler in reality
With every phase, a complication may arise.
But it's not life that arises these complications,
But humans have a crucial role to play,
Since we aren't satisfied in our own minds,
But search for a source every day.
Why perplex a simple life?
Why the need to fulfil our desires?
Why can't we be content with what we have,
Instead of striving to fulfil our inner fires?
