We look for a meaning
In all that we do
Sometimes we find it
Some though don’t pull through

The dying flower
Maybe it’s a sign
Or maybe it’s just dead
No reason or rhyme

The old man so sad
Could this be our future
Maybe it’s just life
There is really no cure

So what do we do next
When we can’t find the sign
Do we rely on ourselves
To make the stars align

It’s out of our reach
So stop trying to gain control
You don’t know what’s next
There is no magic scroll

Roll with the punches
Life will throw you s***
It’s not in the content
It’s how you handle it