Isn't it funny how life just plays out?
Since i could cry and cry till no words come out my mouth.
I sink into my sorrows till I'm forced to come out...
For life's little tricks are what gave me my wit.
I stumble and i fall but still i dont quit.
I force myself to think and think and think again,
'This never ending cycle oh god when will it end.'
Is what i think majority of the time but these thoughts dont seem to affect my mind.
As at the end of the day
I still smile and say;
'Hey dont worry it all turned out to be okay.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem