Description
My Mother once told me, “Life is but a mystery”
“The faster you try and solve it, the happier you shall be.”
Time went by however, and the mist rose quick and high...
The fog got foggier, right before my very eye.
The more I tried, the harder it got...
to catch a glimpse of the clear sky, I fought.
It soon felt better; this inability to see...
At least I wasn’t living the harsh reality.
Things around me seemed to smile...
So what if it were only to last a while?
But every now and then, I heard her say,
“This situation will surely wear away”
“This mist, it shall someday clear...
and then you will face your very fear”
Time went by and the pain seemed to grow...
and the meaning of her words, now I know.
For in the pursuit of happiness to find...
my only loved ones have been left behind.