Waiting to see what tomorrow’s arrival brings;
Feeling like a puppet with no strings.
Having control of one’s life is merely an illusion;
It is no more than a weak mind’s confusion.
Life just cannot be controlled, only lived;
When one does not know where the current is heading, we can only drift.
The path of life is indeed uncertain and mysterious;
He who believes to fully comprehend it is simply being delirious.
We cannot understand where life begins and where it ends;
We do not know if life death itself transcends.
Life is a puzzle which no one may ever solve;
The mystery of being born only to have our bodies dissolve…