Funny how the nose can't smell danger
maybe that's why a scar tells a story
life ain't balanced like an improper fraction
but everyone trying to make a point like a decimal
but the struggles to attaining perfection ain't minimal
situation getting critical and the fears getting primal
but getting to the peak of survival makes the debate final
Only if the eyes could see the future
maybe the beautiful ones yet to be born will be seen today
knowing one's onions doesn't bring about tears
as age doesn't guarantee wisdom
but the high kills the boredom
that's why I hold a smile after looking forlorn
In this journey we tread, through each trial,
we search for meaning in every mile.
for life's mysteries unfold as we go,
and with each step, our stories continue to be told.