Life and its choices,
Comes with it many vices.
Many of them are a lie,
Told to reach somewhere high.

Life is still a struggle,
Even after thirty decades.
There are still challenges,
To be who you are,
While resisting to be molded.

No one loves you for what you are.
There is a price to be paid instead.
You are to love,
But never expect to be loved.
The only unconditional love is,
But your fleeting childhood.

Life is so unpredictable.
In a moment up,
In a moment down,
Just seeping out of your hands.