Life....

Why is life so fragile?
Why is nothing permanent?
Why is pain a part of life?
Why is joy occasional?
Why is love extinct?
Why is hate common?
Why is fate unpredictable?

Many crossroads we come across...
Many paths we walk across...
Many peaks we climb...
Many valleys we fall...

I wonder when is everything going to be evident...
I wonder when this mist inside me going to clear...
I wonder when I can do what i want to do...
I wonder when I can cry without fear...
My life seems to be gloomy and bleak...
My future seems filled with fog...
My future... Just a mystery...
Just like anyone else...

Once a wise man said, Future is not something to be revealed but forged....
If that is true,
Help me equip myself to forge one...
Help me make a beauty from the beast...
Help me make a pleasant tomorrow from a horrible today...