Garden Of My Life

I wander in the garden of my life,

Searching for my Happiness

I came across the swing

And saw a girl sitting on it 

Looking confused,

I go ahead and found another girl

Lookin blankly in to nowhere

Sitting on a see-saw, alone.

I turn to the corner and 

Saw a boy, just shy of turning 20

Sitting on the merry-go-round with blank eyes.

To all of these people

I dare not to ask, what was their problem

Because I knew the answer I was going to get,

Because I and those people are in same 

Ride of our life.

We have the same demons to fight for

That is Depression.

This is what happens when

We grow up,

We get so lost that even God can't see us 

In this whole wide world.

We feel ignored, unloved, stuck, lost

We have eyes but can't see anything but darkness.

So, I turn around and walk towards

The gate of the garden,

I closed the gate and felt relief.