The succession of well and woe is constantly occurring
Human life experiences
loneliness
There is no exception
Pain
is someone's constant companion
Pleasure is not for all
Sorrow is true
Contentment is imaginary
It's human nature to day dream about sheer delight
Nobody wants obscurity
In spite of that
darkness is inevitable
But
A glimmer of hope emerges from a cloud
At that very moment
we breathe a sigh of relief.