Dancing under the full moon,
On the tightrope of life,
I finally found my rhythm.
Enduring elegantly through trouble and strife.
The secret I found is easy to see,
It's not to take life too serious,
It's to be childlike and carefree!
Life is a cluster of problems
And we all are the victims.
Because years from now I might wonder,
Whether everything I wished is done?
Words will float in air,
Searching for the right one.
Even after finding it, I will still hope for something else.
Desire never ends,
And reality never ever bends.