Life Is Death; Buffering

We dream of things which are hard to get,

We grieve for realities which are hard to accept.

Life is strange, as you never know what is coming next, 

And you would always wait for the best.

In the vicious circle of baits, we wish for more,

As the land waits to meet the waves at the shore.

Even if life hits you hard,

Get up and never give up.