Life is... but a paradox
to be born is said to be the greatest gift
yet it is wrapped with suffering
and a constant battle to get relief,
some don't get food and drink
while some even feed their kitchen-sink,
we curse the 'Happy' sun when it's dry
yet hates the rain when the clouds 'Cry'.

Life is so perplexing
many lies to trap us
one truth to free us,
yet while many of truth set us free
one lie can still trap us in.

Love is... but a paradox
everyone looks for a true lover
by breaking into others 'true love' story,
everyone needs a ''true love'' story
but we fail to truly love our Lover.

Love is so perplexing
we don't seem to care for the one who loves us
and we also don't get the one loved by us.

Death is... but a paradox
to die is said to be born again in a higher lift,
to meet Him and received an even better gift,
to unwrapped ourselves from all that suffering
yet we are in a constant battle against dying.

Death is so perplexing
we know it's going to come inevitably
yet when He comes to take one of us
we all act so uncomfortably.

© nicoclancy