What's Life All About?

I fear my laughter 

'cause I know I'll cry a river soon after 

I enjoy being sad

As I know I'll be happy after that. 

Life at the moment has no meaning

At one point I'm focused 

Another point I'm dreaming about.

"Nothing lasts forever", says my mom

Having bad days- it's totally a norm. 

Life tends to perplex us,

Planned to be productive

But ended up making a fuss.

Procrastination wasn't on my to-do list

But prolonged idleness seems to persist.

Some days are so pleased

Everything appears to be at ease. 

Other days are so bitter

All I do is hallucinate about achieving something bigger.

Maybe that's what life's all about 

To comfort us  

Or to assemble some episodes that just won't work out.