it has never been easy
to find the light in the dark sea
to wander blind and alone
to seek what is yet unknown

it has never been easy
to stretch your wings and be free
heart is an animal in a cage
liberty has now become a sorrowful rage

chained by my mind
haunted by my past
my poem and life are not the kind
that gives a colorful blast

despite that, here I am writing
to tell a part of the horrors of living
and to say that it may never be easy
but chaos has a hidden beauty

melancholic hope and doubtful trust
shaking faith, yet values are a must
if life is softly deemed an art
irony is one of its shameful part

it may never have been easy
light and freedom may be hard to see
but if we take life graciously
maybe it won't be as cruel as it would be