Lost In The Ocean

Sometimes happy sometimes sad and sometimes just lost in the middle
wondering about what life has its plans if I can understand even a little
But no matter how hard I try
life seem to always out-fly
Every attempt I make, I fail
end up chasing my own tail
sometimes happy sometimes sad
sometimes good sometimes bad
Sometimes right sometimes wrong
life goes on like an endless song

I am just a one in millions, like a passenger in a train
meeting many others, hoping to find new home again
Some stay while some go away where they belong
makes me think if that is all what life is, all along
Sometimes it rises and sometimes it falls
sometimes it flies and sometimes it barely crawls
sometimes it shuts all the door and blocks all the way
nonetheless, also helps by opening new window to slip away

What’s the purpose of life is the question of the essence
some try to express, I just prefer it to pass by in silence
Sometimes it hurts sometimes it heals
life goes on and on like a spinning wheel
Sometimes moves right sometimes moves left
like a snake in a lake
like the gait a drunkard take
like the path a meandering river make
certainly not ours is it to govern
But with its every passing turn
life gives away a lesson to learn
Sometimes makes us happy, sometimes end up in tears
evolving us through to face what may befall with no fear

In this ephemeral universe everything has an age
sooner or later everything is due for a change
Some happens for a reason while some seem to happen for without a one
People say everything happens for good but sadly many-times I find none
Remembering the past with a nostalgic heart and an ounce of pain
dreaming and dreaming If could get a chance to live my past again
waking me up from my dream here comes the rain
makes me realize what I have lost and what I gain
with a sip of wine I continue
but with nothing and no clue
it eventually makes me turn blue
Putting together my broken pieces, I rise
like an every sunset comes a new sunrise

sometimes happy sometimes sad
sometimes good sometimes bad
when people ask me what’s all about,
I just simply say it’s about time.. it’s about time…..
Sweeping my tear and resigning myself to the life’s true colors
I just simply pack my bags and check out without a goodbye… without a goodbye……

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