We are born so little, delicate and sweet,
Only to grow up, struggling to stay neat.
While swimming the uncanny water – our endless strife,
In this abysmal sea, called the Way of Life!
The pretty butterfly hatches, from its cocoon,
To find the company of sweet blossoms, soon.
Only to be terrorized by their surrounding wildlife,
In this camouflage of a forest, called the Way of Life!
Friends turn foe and the cycle continues,
Heartbreak and tears, fill us with pain and rue.
The never ceasing hale, cuts through us as a knife,
In this ferocious storm, called the Way of Life!
The unembellished piece of metal is subjected to heat and turmoil,
Sitting day after day burning the midnight oil.
To finally shine like gold resembling a victorious knight,
In this long walk, called the Way of Life!