Passerby

I am a passerby these things are facts of Life no lie But as I pass I still wonder why positive and negative thoughts cloud my mind without lies We are all wonderers a thought that comes with smiles The part to each destiny traveled by lone self But the decision to bliss lies in the hands of the creator A thought always good to remind oneself As a passerby I might compromise Since I am not guaranteed tomorrow I live to adventure,make mistakes and improvise Atleast I know this journey sometimes might be joy the other sorrow Why does the rain pour and afterwards sunshine? The day  is also a passerby same too with the dark night We think we are free but we can't choose to be happy everytime This fact nature holds against us as reminder Torchlight Our title here must always be the PASSERBY.