Life is pain. But I wouldn't say I've always felt this way. Pain is a cruel and hateful teacher, Demanding I fight for each and every breath. I'm grateful towards death, That it will all end at some point. It's a ******* shame That life has no real reason or aim. What a peculiar thing
Standing on the shore of this big wide sea Looking at the horizon as far as the eyes can see All my life in front of me Little ripple waves Big foaming thunder storm I stand there facing all Shakingly cold watching lightning touch down under Standing there await other days of wonder while the storm has gone and the sun goes under.
Life is as a sea. Never knowing if it will be calm or if there will be thunder.
Life is like a pyramid stairs where everyone struggles to step up, some takes few steps up and drift down-up until finally and gradually they slide down ward, while some makes it to the top of the pyramid and tarry for a while before stepping down through the other part of the pyramid or steps down the same path they have paved. But there are those never privileged to take a step...
Up this hill I have reached, All these stairs that I have climbed. I touch the clouds above me, Feel the stars shining upon me. But will I feel the thunderstorms too, Or will I mix in tornado in the sky of blue. I keep thinking and overthinking, Snowflakes and hailstones are what describe living!