In this dance of life, we take our stride,
A journey where fairness and unfairness collide,
Sometimes we soar through troubles with grace,
Other times we're lost in doubt, searching for a place.

Feeling low, shadows cloud our mind,
Yet deep within, a spark we'll find,
For this phase, though dark and wide,
Shall pass like the moon with the changing tide.

But why, we ponder, does this cycle repeat?
A mystery of existence, bittersweet,
In the tapestry of time, we find...