We Live What Needs to be Lived

Was life even intended to be lived?

All the rollercoaster rides we face each day.

Were people meant to handle all this?

Violence, sadness, but then the flowers of May.

Why all these sorrows and distress?

Some see all darkness but…

One second of the light in a day.

It's just all a big mess.

It seems all too unreal…

But sometimes very clear.

Life is corrupted not far but near.

We smile to keep smiles.

We need to keep smiles for a part of fashion.

We live even though living might not be fair.

The dead once lived but they're not here.

This thing called life…

It has to be here not there.