Move On...

When lacked hope,

Things emerged.

There was all the happiness,

But a sorrow,

Of something that might get left behind.

All the things that tried,

Nothing did work out.

Tried the best to set things right.

But still things,

Destined to not to be.

Ain't that true,

That things set themselves,

Where you desired with full zeal.

Maybe not,

They don't.

Might have tried the best,

To have it all,

Or tried to at least.

But if they aren't,

They won't.

What happens,

Is what destined to be.

If not, It won't,

Need to accept it,

And try moving on.

OK if it isn't easy,

It used never to be,

And never will be.

But it's destined not to be.

Need just to accept the things,

And try moving on,

Move on.