A Box Of Mysteries Poem by Friday Dejavu

When my mind is sweating,
And my mouth isn't talking,
I just smile like a baby,
Life is a box of mysteries.

Some people fear death,
Some people are scared of the future,
I just mourn like a widow,
Life is a box of mysteries.

Some can't fake their fate,
Time fail them all,
I just stare like a puppy,
Life is a box of mysteries.

From dark womb we came,
To dark grave we return,
I just believe like a kid,
Life is a box of mysteries.

Some people have dreams,
But are afraid to dare,
I just take risk like a monkey,
Life is a box of mysteries.