C’est la vie

Silence
Haunting silence everywhere I see,
I keep asking, where am I supposed to be?
Is anything actually true or just a lie?
Seems like no one can answer this plea.

I see so many walking around,
Some are free while some are bound, tell me
Why does happiness come only to a few?
Are we to wait or is it to be found?

What is it that makes us run?
Is it the search or is it the fun?
Maybe it is both maybe neither,
I’ll let you know the day I am done.

Haunting silence everywhere I see,
Nothing but calm old trees,
I don’t know who whispered to me,
Said, “Everything is simply meant to be”.

Maybe it was someone or maybe it was I,
It doesn’t matter how or why,
All I know is my plea was heard,
By someone who is really shy.

Is anything actually true or just a lie?
Why happiness doesn’t often come by?
What is it that makes us try?
The answer lies between laughter and cry.

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