life had given me puzzles,
puzzles that needed help,
puzzles that needed to be turned into a perfect picture.
when the good life had shown me happiness,
the bad side whispered "just wait".
life had held me back from my dreams,
life pulled me with a string.
i tried to cut the string with my teeth,
but it was tied too tightly to my feet.
Life was my favorite storybook,
a story book which showed me happiness,
but now the storybook proved me wrong,
it blurred out the best parts,
burnt out the best chapters,
and tore my best memories.
life needed a lesson,
because it was never going to learn,
that it is perfect but it can still show happiness.
life's storybook needed to be written.
And there i grabbed my pencil and gave a lesson.