Such Is Life

Imagine reading a book with no way to turn back its pages,
How carefully will you read it?
That’s life,
A script that burns as it’s written,
A river that never flows backward.

Imagine the ability to understand and speak all tongues,
How proverbs would lose their puzzles,
How silence itself would tell no lies,
Such is life,
Where mystery gives meaning to breath.

Imagine a clock with no hands,
How would you measure patience?
Yet time still walks—barefoot, unseen,
Marking moments that only hearts remember.

Imagine planting seeds you’ll never live to harvest,
Would you still sow with hope?
That’s faith,
The unseen root of every dream that grows in the dark.

Imagine a mirror that shows not your face but your soul,
Would you still smile at your reflection?
That’s truth,
The quiet flame that outlives every shadow.

Such is life,
A fleeting scroll of chances and choices,
Where every breath is both a question and an answer.