Life, as it is
Life, as it is
They ask, how's life
Well, a lot of which is different
But the human tendency of concern is... Rather stranger than fiction
So one says so nowadays, life is good
Things are different,
the feeling of one's self-responsibility and self regret
Drown one in the well of sorrow
Not standing out easily, catching up to the trails which are rather long and will be ever increasing,
make it tough to win either way, making one feel like life is a race
winning it should not matter, but it does
making one shut himself from one and all, curling up, as the world caves in on the soul
breathing, it sometimes ends up as a liability
tense feet, staggering walk, falling down not breathing
it all ends up making one feel as if drowning in the pool silently must be easier
but the fear of not seeing the eyes of those whom one sees, the fear of not being able to do it all again
the fear of not having the chance, it all makes one change
So, to avoid the arising concern from the one's one sees, one breathes in deep,
and says, "life is good"