Worldly Matters

No life comes easy, this I know Cause we are our own living proof Life… if only we’ll flow Don’t we all have our own truth… And we can hardly share what we believe in We shy, we persist but what else? We can’t share what experiences to have been Why do we end up with advices to sell? “We know what they have been through” They don’t even know what’s going on… Doesn’t matter how we know but we knew What is it in time that no one is warn? An olden price cannot compare to adjusted range An olden love cannot depict a modern courtship Everyone of us have our years we subjectively change Why is there always someone who’ll plead? Do you think the world is suffering? Or simply because we said so Life is never a simple offering But why do we still do the things we are told?