Life itself seems,
is nothing but blind..
Playing around,
with our minds..
Watching us suffer,
as it lives on,
and we find it hard,
to carry on..
but life itself seems,
has its own fallen dreams
even through the struggles,
That life itself has seen.
Our faith in life,
covered with rust,
to life itself,
we fail to trust.
But understand,
I know we must,
that life itself,
struggles like us..