I heard life is as
Fragile as eggs,
But it is to me a volcano
Melted away in a twinkle
Foaming solid amidst fumes.

When you survive,
It is as a rock,
When you loose,
You are the fume.

I wish this heart of
Mine only pumps blood,
But why this heart ache?
I wish this sandal is only leather and sole,
Why does it require energy to drag?

I wish all air means life,
Why is the atmosphere tense?
I wish all flora are shelter,
But many thistles demand pound of flesh!