How’s life? We always tell: It’s fine.
Do you ever think? And is it really fine?
Is there anything more, if all is going well?
Do we need to care, to make it go on well?
Like a wagon riding through its rails,
Life moves on its own, through its rails.
Who knows when it may take its turns
To the rocky roads and it never returns.
Like a ship that still has its smooth sails,
Life moves on its own, telling its tales.
Who knows where there’s an iceberg
That hits it when none sees the berg.
Let’s learn to steer our ship through storms
Let’s all be prepared by learning its norms.
Life’s a tale, no doubt, but don’t be that idiot
Who tells it with sound and fury, signifying nothing.
