Somebody once told me
that Life was like clay,
no matter how much you fiddle around with it
the clay will eventually harden.
What did they mean?
Somebody once said
that Life was beautiful and
stunning to go through,
and everything you experience will
make you glow.
I don't get it!
Somebody once promised
me that Life was like a kaleidoscope,
with every twist and turn things
will always change but
eventually be even more beautiful than the last.
Oh, I get it now, Life can't be compared nor described perfectly.
I have to live through it, to see what it's all about.