The Drama of Life
How ironic the world can be at times
When it throws man into a quagmire
How laughable it is to read the lines
Of the tortuous history we wrote ourselves
The love, the hate, the warmth and the pain
We constantly feed ourselves
How pitiable it is to realize
It is all but a game
The sweet looks of a damsel
Coupled with her gentle smell of innocence
Makes it all look like a puzzle
Until one falls into the pool of nostalgia
Only to realize how silly it is to be a youth
The stress, the talent, the emotions and the crushes
Makes youth nothing but drama
To many the world will remain a cryptic place
With its secrets impossible to trace
Until we learn to stop the fights
The fight to make darkness look like light
When the light is already in our hearts
We shall forever watch ourselves in the play
And laugh and wail, again and again
As we wonder the extent of our own folly.
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