Life is....

Life is very trying,

Said a saint not long ago.

Indeed, it is very tiring.

Like the sand, it slips

From my clenched fist,

Like the water, it flows

Underneath my feet,

Like the wind, it blows

Through my curled hair.

Like the grass, it grows,

Under my rocking chair.

I feel it passing by,

Yet I seem to lose it.

Life is very trying.

A burden of million mountains

I hold atop my shoulder,

Down a bottomless rabbit hole

I slip further and further,

Echoes of the past miseries 

Reverberate through the future,

Along curving paths unknown

In midst of a crowd, yet alone.

I yearn to live another day,

Though I wonder why.

Life is very tiring.

Several times I thought

Is it really worth it,

Finally, I decided

The thrill of life is to live it,

For the end not matter

It is the journey,

As each day passes

I make a new memory.

Every little effort 

Reaps a new reward.

Agreed the saint smiled.

Take the bull by the horns

Or flow with the current,

Sit tight through the slide

Or sprint along the uphill,

Life is an ally of time

Cause it never stays still,

Every bit of it is yours

Live it as you will.

Life might seem tiring,

You live but once.

So never stop trying.