Monday, January 22, 2007


Life is a stage
living in this age
looks like a mirage
builds up like a rage

You think you got it all
and then its all at a stall
you wonder why its all gone
the feeling of being on top

i've learned a lot in life
the harsh and bitter sweet
the truth of it all remains
life is not a bed of roses

We cry and smile at life
happy to be alive
looking forward to the beauties
that reside around our cities

We yearn and long for good things
in all that life brings our way
to be the one in charge,
and have the best thereof.