How does everything seem so right, go so wrong,
why does something seem so short, take so long.
How does something in the palm of your hand,
just fall apart and slip thru your fingers like sand?
Why do emotions go from being so happy to being so very sad,
why does wanting what you can't have make you so mad?
I guess that's just life huh?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem