It may be a dream, it may be sorrow,
rosette or violet, it's never perfect,
It may be a reflection in thy tomorrow,
It's life, thou shall accept or reject.
Searching for the answers, thou ask thyself,
Stepping the stones, may it lead the right way,
Thou shall get the fame, thou shall the wealth,
Elucidations of the questions, we await everyday.
Mysterious is its nature, mysterious its game,
Dance thou may, whilst it rains devil,
It shall light up, one day the torch's flame,
It can't rain forever, walk in thou any trouble.
©2010 Monica Verma
