We are born to a life of good
Filled with the offers of life’s food
There are days when you are down or up
Why do we experience more down than up?
The sequence of life is a gamble
It turns our life into shambles
How high we set our hope of achievement
We never accept our real targets of gain
We are the best in what we offer
But people around us beg to differ
We get played the regular foul ball
That is completely against our call
Why do we differ from others
Aren’t we to love one another?
We are so different in our motives
We live worlds apart with ulterior motives
Why do people tend to fight each other?
Why do we differ in our believes
Do we think ourselves better than the rest?
Or are we not always at our best
Why do we continuous suffer in our pain?
Do we have nothing good to gain?
Are we the sufferers of the world?
And part of the failures of the world
Do we always have to wonder about successes?
Do we have to accept our life full of failures?
Why is there nobody around when you are in need?
But those people are always there when they are in need
Billions of people in the world
But only a handful of Samaritans
Difficult to seek them out
What is life if no help about?
People turn the blind eye to those in need
Are they only looking for attention or gain?
They don’t see the real pain
They live in their own world of happiness
We live a life of happiness and mostly sorrow
From whom will we be able to attempt to borrow?
The joys and happiness of the people around us
Sometimes withheld us of other peoples trust.
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