Life's Misfits

We remain grateful for being alive We wear flowers on our crowns And smile at the sun's warmth We play with the sand and enjoy How it falls from our hand We worry about that which troubles us We care for those who ignite fireworks in us As if, The fact that life is simply a lie Is absent from our minds! How can it be a truth when we have, over it, Absolutely no control, When it rules us, instead of letting us rule ourselves! Pray, but if we walked around with gloom on our faces And told the world and whoever would want to hear That we are simply waiting for Life to end with her lie Would that make of us misfits? And would it be worth it? Why, we have no choice, the lie has trapped us It has bound us to it, as if it wanted to punish us!