Life is a mystery.
It’s full of uncertainty.
It’s utterly obscurity.
What will come tomorrow;
Joy or sorrow?
Who will come tomorrow;
An enemy or a hero?
No one will surely know.

Life sometimes is an anomaly.
Some people can be eerie.
It doesn’t mean that they are zany.
It’s just because they are out of the ordinary.

Life can be hurtful,
It can also be spiteful,
Or it can even be beautiful,
It’s all depend on with which glasses we see.
To be happy or despondent is a matter of what we want the life to be.