What is it that makes life so difficult?
Is it the hustle and bustle
The fact we don't want 'ordinary' lives?
Or why we book our time to seconds rather than minutes?
Has it been what fate has chosen?
Or is it destiny that has planned our paths ahead?
Why do we always question it?
Is it up to the Gods?
For those who believe
Or the fairies and wizards?
All I can say, for this twisted path
Is at the end
It could be a tunnel, A dream, Although some rocky steps
But through the sunshine, comes the rain
Rainbows for hope, In the sky
Life on the ground, from all the rain
It may be a cyclone or hurricane
A storm theorectically or not
Is that all we do, is not just alone
But together as a united society.
