Is this world not badly messed,
Where all are finding reasons to feel blessed.
The continent looks like God’s coffee spill,
Wonder then if it was his plan or will.
Right from when we open our eyes,
It’s a mad rush to be wiser than wise.
It’s a day eat dog world they say,
To survive one must then find his own way.
Wish life came with a manual of guide,
So to know the unimportant and to be kept aside.
Doing what I want is taking me no where,
Wonder if I even know my purpose here.
Running after my happiness I am without rest,
Then why in return I feel such a waste.
Once I was told this life is a gift,
So when this got into a tragic shift.
Maybe I should not think about it at all,
And just enjoy the crazy free fall.
Happily I must accept the joy and sorrow,
While praying for a happy and beautiful tomorrow.
Maybe then the world would seem a bit nice,
Even with all its fugility and vice.