Perfect Blend

After a long thinking

Of all the happenings

I finally collapse

And perhaps

Thinking nothing

Or something

And almost everything.

Concluding that things happened as we're meant to be,

People enter just to leave.

My mistake was to believe

The ones who tend to cheat.

Situations are meant to change

Feels like trying to take some kind of revenge.

All I can do is to pretend 

That life is a perfect blend.