Life is a discrete trip.
The saddle horse entices the eye's,
But don't fool around,
Look deeply and you'll see behind the scenes, even the facade it presents.

At times you feel loved,
Other times your despised, abandoned and lost.
You just wanna give up.
Even the finish line which seems far is undetermined.
Yet their allot of tycoons in its path.

Anger, joy, depression, being cheerful, hate, like, poverty, fame, Illness, wellness, corruption, integrity.
You're lost, wandering around seeking for direction.
You need guidance, need someone to fulfill your needs,
Someone to give.
You'd become too dependant on humanity.

Though it's true,...