Six in the morning
Six in the evening
Six comes back in the morning.
Life rotates, spinning about nature;
Those we can and can't see
Human, gin, animal, plant
Hovering spirits good and bad; see
That handy work of his and pant

But I've realized the complex hue;
What meets you could not have missed you,
What missed you could not have met you.
You are assured of a future
Though; shrouded with optimistic vagueness
All designed in his wisdom unknown to any
Yet, you strive hard against all odds and less
Wonder and bother over irrepressible destiny.

Now you see why I am relax'
Like a bird perched gently on life's max,
I cannot complain but propel to life's wax.
Say my culture
Life in its speed swings pendulum;
Left, right, up, down
Mouth feels sour, eyes see the plum;
Questions unanswered, master owns the crown.

Say I am wrong, why the hue and cry?
Colours painted over truth you pass by,
Orders from above you hail high,
What's the overture?
Frail conscience over fortune and fame,
OK; it's more to it than meets the eye
But hey! Your pursuit is only but life's game
Gain points, be praised and die.