The Terrain

It is a beautiful terrain, Sometimes we pretend everything is alright Even if all good things seem to wane. But yes, everything is alright. Sometimes we make decisions, But the results turn to become the mistakes we've been trying to avoid. Sometimes we are ruled by perceptions, And all we meet along the path is humanoid. Life on the terrain is perplexing; Yes, You ought to dance to the rhythm of joy and of pain. What is life worth? I tried to find, wandering and wondering; No poetic word could explain. It is visible, hence I doubt not that it is feasible, Accept it as it is and make no complain. You cannot do more than you can; just be affable. Yes indeed, it is a beautiful terrain.