Sometimes, life is against you
You don’t know what to do.
Your boat is stuck in mid,
You can’t even cry like a kid.
Calling for help goes in vein,
Your mind goes insane.
Blood going cold, heart beating.
Goosebumps, heavily breathing.
Tired, you decide to quit,
That is simple, just quietly sit
What a peace! Ending everything.
To the earth, you won’t be ringed.
But wait! Were you born to do this,
Isn’t there something that you miss?
Weren’t you a warrior, born to fight?
Was this your only might?
So easily, everything you’ll end
Won’t this become a trend?
There is at least one whom you inspire
Who wants you to fly higher?
Yes! Come row again,
All your strength you gain,
Show to all, at you who giggle.
Anything you can do, even being single.
Don’t call, no one will come
They’ll ignore, not all, but some
Reach the end, you have to,
Because you are you.
Yippie! You did it.
Yes! You killed it.
But wait! Another ocean awaits you.
But now you know what to do.
Life is the synonym of keep going
Your boat – keep rowing.
People will tease, it’s their work,
Dogs bark, ducks quack.
Believe in yourself, believe in Him,
Your life then will never be dim.
For some people, don’t care,
Because the Almighty is there
So, you are never alone,
To fly high, you were born.

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