How is it that I exist?
Into a world full of tragedies & bliss
Was it like I came out of the blue?
Was it of someone who destined it so?
Or in process of science I must undergo.
These sends me somehow me to turmoil & distress
To tell what lies ahead no one can confess
Others say this world is full of mysteries
Some say it's nothing but our fooled destinies
If all these things are but a structure of a plan
Then what's the essence nothing but a damn!
I creep to the path of endless struggles
Not knowing it was but scripted agonies
Freedom isn't it that I'm searching for
Living my own way I need to soar
To taste success with all my salty sweats
Failure was a fact but overcome with stronger fists
How can then be God that someone I know?
Is he the painter of my life or lend the thing for me to do
Do I always need to trust & humble myself?
Or paint my own & He'll finish up what left
