Yet To Come

You can't predict your life
It's just a way of surprise
Can't think of how to change it
Don't know how to alter it

There's no way you can change it
It's what it is
No way that you try to make it right
Just have to winge it every day

Just seems to me
That's what life really is
An obstacle we all go through every day
So that we don't get bored.

Sometimes it's too harsh
Sometimes too nice
But when you think of all the things
It's all just right for all of us.