Like the love we keep fighting for
Life sometimes we don't know the core,
Questions the things we can't fathom
Why do we keep on holding on?
Things happen, fast-paced
Like one minute temporary bliss,
Things happen, creeping all over the place
Like the seemed-endless sadness
Temporariness in everything
Moments, people, feelings,
Like making friends out of strangers
Making strangers out of friends
Is it because things happen for a reason
Or they happen because of a reason,
When things get out of control
And choice, the only thing left not to fall
And when to choose it not the best choice
For in this world, nothing's so sure,
When even our inner voices
Couldn't help things be endured
Terrified, that's how we become
The way the universe put things on our palm,
To feel that, we need to feel this
To have that, we need to get through this
But sometimes, we tend to lose the reason
And it keeps us from going on,
And cause it's hard, it's now easy
To fall out of love with this life of weary
But hey! Life it is
Spontaneity is its thing,
Isn't it makes life more exciting
Serendipity, wondrous as it could be
The highs, extraordinary
The lows, we wish to bury
And the mundane things in between
They were all supposed to happen
Twas never really about the choices
Twas about feeling everything- the bliss, the sadness
And that's what keeping us on falling in love
With this life we will ever have.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Like the love we keep fighting for
Life sometimes we don't know the core,
Questions the things we can't fathom
Why do we keep on holding on?
Things happen, fast-paced
Like one minute temporary bliss,
Things happen, creeping all over the place
Like the seemed-endless sadness
Temporariness in everything
Moments, people, feelings,
Like making friends out of strangers
Making strangers out of friends
Is it because things happen for a reason
Or they happen because of a reason,
When things get out of control
And choice, the only thing left not to fall
And when to choose it not the best choice
For in this world, nothing's so sure,
When even our inner voices
Couldn't help things be endured
Terrified, that's how we become
The way the universe put things on our palm,
To feel that, we need to feel this
To have that, we need to get through this
But sometimes, we tend to lose the reason
And it keeps us from going on,
And cause it's hard, it's now easy
To fall out of love with this life of weary
But hey! Life it is
Spontaneity is its thing,
Isn't it makes life more exciting
Serendipity, wondrous as it could be
The highs, extraordinary
The lows, we wish to bury
And the mundane things in between
They were all supposed to happen
Twas never really about the choices
Twas about feeling everything- the bliss, the sadness
And that's what keeping us on falling in love
With this life we will ever have.
