Been treading this life for years,
Hope below rant sits well with your ears,
Like everything, my soul has grown older,
Similar to things which are tested by time,
Wear and tear aside, beside trauma and tears,
Looking back at the past, nostalgia is certainly lost,
Thinking about the wins, joy is definitely absent,
When searched for happiness, was it ever a part,
Questions aside, how would you define a life,
Realising I shoved questions with another question,
Maybe the life is such, we make a statement,
And whole universe conspires to test you on that,
Probably we are hypocrites trying to hide from,
The fact that we care more about others perception,
Than our own peace and salvation.