In this funny ol’ thing we call life,
the world is full of hatred and strife.
Wars are waged, and tears are shed,
at the very same time that people are wed.

We flick between channels of misery and hope,
turning our brains off just so we can cope.
“Why should we change? We only will suffer!”
Don’t think of the ones for whom it is rougher.

So much changes, but some things remain,
peace and joy will always come with pain.
‘What is a human?’ I begin to wonder,
as the rain pours down and it begins to thunder.

Perhaps we are destined to suffer alone,
but at the end of the day, we are just blood and bone.
We stand, balancing hope on the edge of a knife,
in this funny ol’ thing we call life.

Like the cold beauty of the snow,
Beloved, is your countenance,
And intangible as shadow
Is my own foggy temperance;
You are the rationale of thought
And I the haste that feeling wrought.

To my moonlit silver you are
The triumphant glory of gold,
The radiant sunburst of your star,
The tinge of my gleam, still and cold;
I am a bride in ornate lace
And you the veil that hides her face.

Like the tender soil of the earth,
Beloved, rooted deep am I,
And your grand destiny since birth–
The infinite range of the sky;
You are the grace of the feline
And I the faith of the canine.

O love! you are the Black pieces
Seizing a win against all odds,
Against my White heart's caprices–
The resoluteness of the gods;
I am the longing in your breath
And you the succour of my death.

© InscrutableAngel

Now its doubt
you question
"Will it be alright?"
But someday, you'll know
Always, at the end of the tunnel, there's light.

Now its disbelief
you question
"How, in this way, it turned out in the end?"
But someday, you'll know
The art of letting it sink and blend.

Now its anger
you question
"Why do things often go wrong?"
But someday, you'll know
They were meant to, all along.

Now its dread
you question
"Why do I have to be a coward?"
But someday, you'll know
You were just careful that day onward.

Now its regret
you question
"Why couldn't have I done that one thing?"
But someday, you'll know
How to let go and not cling.

Now its exhaustion
you question
"Why do people have to be so insane?"
But someday, you'll know
All your tries were not in vain.

Now its despair
you question
"Where are all the sunshine rays?"
But someday, you'll know
You were under clouds and yet to come, were days.

Now its agony
you question (this one a lot)
"Why does it have to be this way?"
But someday, I hope, you'll know
Why it had to be that way.