it is just like life,
the beginning, a prelude to an end,
the end, a prelude to a new start
what is here today,
is gone tomorrow,
these precious moments are but ephemeral
like smoke they rise,
soon become invisible to the eye,
soon spread into the vastness
become part of the endless sky,
no moment, can be told apart
the precious, from the mundane
the good times, they don't last
but neither does the bad,
the good need some exceptions
so does the bad,
should exist in a good way,
for the good
this life,
so full of memories we cannot let go,
if only they were not memories,
if only they could come to life,
this life wouldn't bring us down as much as it does,
but, only wishes remain to see,
this life from another side
this life from another side, the way you want it to roll,
this life from another side, the way you want to live,
another side of this life,
where love is eternally love
and hate remains endlessly hated
such a world the heart wishes for,
just,... this life from another side
