Why is happiness short lived? Why does it die cause of a single minor moment of sorrow?
Do we lose our way or is it that we give up and give in easily and accept what we get and What is it that gets us to lose the dreams we had?
I wish our life could talk to us and tell us what the truth is about ourselves and where it lies. I wish the long deep years we live could tell us where the truth is about our lives and our dreams. If those years are so innocent of hurting us why don’t they just prevent us from getting hurt as we live them…..
Why does the life we lead just get to draw us back when we spread our hands to hold on to our dreams?
Why does life seem so stubborn and unwilling to give us that ray of hope?
Why does life seem like it is so promising with hope and dreams and then take it all away from us?
Is it our doings that breaks our dreams or is it our lives that hurts us that badly?
Why do we settle for being happy with the tears filling our eyes?
Is it the years in our lives that is the cause?
Why does it separate us from those dreams we want so badly?
Or is the origin of all this trouble our doing and it is nothing but payback?
Will we ever get our questions answered or will we just die while still wondering?
To Possibilities….
