You are born an empty board and you are not the artist
You change everyday, picking up parts from a list
What is now, will it change? or will it remain the same?
I guess we have to go through all the levels of the game
Sometimes we quit somewhere and for us that is the end
For some it is not a choice and it is difficult to comprehend
For some time runs out , and we wish we had more
What good is it? holding on to what we had was not ours to control
It is simpler that you know nothing belongs to you but yourself
The more you try to own the further you put yourself through hell
There is no one that is a key to your happiness but you
They are just time travelers, everyone will disappear into the blue
Memories, good times, they are not meant to fuel pain
They are not for stopping life, just proof that you have lived
Patience is the key to every door
Time just decides how long a door is open for
Predicting what could be or would be has no meaning
Whenever you find yourself in a mess just get up cleaning
Life is a forever changing story till you die
Trying to remain the same is like changing the color of the sky
So lets change and move on from holding ourselves back
Lets find some colours, for how long will we remain In the black?
Sometimes it happens so fast that we think it is just crazy
But the best of people have always been under blame of insanity
So lets all hold hands and know we are not alone In being alone
Lets dance, cherish and celebrate till we are all gone