Life is a puzzle.
Just like you and me.
Each day a note,
Together they make a melody.
Our life a puzzle,
A melody.
Each and everyone,
Another life, another story.
Black, white, crimson, burgundy,
Different shades of colors,
Lights of different intensities,
Life's of different meanings.
Some live for others,
Others for themselves;
Some have no clue,
Some just wish all was true.
Days pass like flipping pages,
A book opened and soon to be closed.
But after the story,
Still no one knows.
No one ever truly knows,
Never one found out the answer;
The real meanings,
Behind these beautiful melodies.
Many lives, satin ribbons,
fluttering Freely in the wind.
So much the same, similar traits,
yet all we see is Difference.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
Life is a puzzle.
Just like you and me.
Each day a note,
Together they make a melody.
Our life a puzzle,
A melody.
Each and everyone,
Another life, another story.
Black, white, crimson, burgundy,
Different shades of colors,
Lights of different intensities,
Life's of different meanings.
Some live for others,
Others for themselves;
Some have no clue,
Some just wish all was true.
Days pass like flipping pages,
A book opened and soon to be closed.
But after the story,
Still no one knows.
No one ever truly knows,
Never one found out the answer;
The real meanings,
Behind these beautiful melodies.
Many lives, satin ribbons,
fluttering Freely in the wind.
So much the same, similar traits,
yet all we see is Difference.
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