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Life, As we call it

Once you are born Into this big, big world
You enter a confusing maze-
Something you need to figure out
Life, as we call it

Once upon a time
You are just a child
The next minute, an adult
With a big responsibility at hand –
Life, as we call it

One day you are free
Like a bird flying high
The next day you are pulled down
Further into complexities –
Life, as we call it

One minute you are so sure
Of what to expect next
The next minute you are thrusted
Back to square one –
Life, as we call it

One minute you are happy
Of all the wonders around you
The next minute you are pushed back
To reality that might be nasty –
Life, as we call it

Life, as we call it
Might be unfair at most times

Somehow that is what makes it exciting
Giving us the power to deal with,

Life, as we call it

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