The irony

Some say life is a rollercoaster

It’s ups and downs that thrills

But to me, it’s like a morning rooster

Every single day, the same old screams;

The same music which sounds enjoyable once

Becomes intolerable, and repetitive after a few runs

Lucky are those with hopes and ambition

For the rest lives in confusion and delusion;

Nature takes away what it brings in

It’s just us mortal fools trying to fit in

I doubt never the almighty but me

I fail and fail trying everything by me;

They say chaos is where life is

I beg to differ and ask what peace is

No battle ever produced an impeccable warrior

For every killer bathed in blood

Is a disguised murderer






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