With ups and downs, you laugh and cry
With life, as time goes by
There’s a bit of sunshine before clouds gather
There’s a bit of rain to wash away the pain
Longing and living, that’s how it goes
But its not long before the pace slows
And you start wondering, did I do justice to this great opportunity?
Or did I retreat into predictable folly
Was my life a predictable emotion?
Predecided with me playing automaton
Did I really play a role, as every being was foretold!
Or was my life another predictable emotion
To dissipate into the great energy
That’s the source of our big story
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