What’s about this afternoon of sunshower,
That makes me rather gloomy, I ponder.
As my anarchic thoughts run berserk,
Like the blurred dances of the shadows,
Of the rustling leaves in bright moonlight,
I flutter between my hopes and reflections.
Somewhere in the race of life,
We sprint and then squander,
Pausing to discern the true course,
Trailing the real mission of our lives,
In pursuit of the Moirai’s harbor.
Meanwhile, not to let slide,
That the quest for joy and bliss,
Is the most important of them all,
For they are conducive and valued greatest.
Believe what the heart asserts,
It sure guides you right.
Stay optimistic! :)