In this mystery called life


In this mystery called life
Bitterness can occur like infliction of the knife

but

Quietly gazing into this snowy abyss
Brings me peace and happiness

Some say cloudy days are gloomy.. but..
Gloominess is always followed by light -
like a good scary movie

We’re on a spinning rock orbiting the sun
That obscurity alone, shoots rays of hope like a gun

Anything is possible
In this mystery called life

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