Sometimes...

Sometimes, I just don’t know …
Why the day is dark and the night so long
Why I hope and pray and things still go wrong
Why I sow good and seem to reap bad
Why the wicked do wrong and stay glad

Sometimes, I just can’t see …
A way out of all the complexity
Why can’t I have simplicity?
Oh for an end to all infirmity
Oh for a rise out of mediocrity

Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
I wish I could change my history
Switch my calamitous genealogy
Choose an enviable nationality
Would I then attain a great destiny?

Sometimes, I just don’t know
Sometimes, I just can’t see
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
Surprisingly, the one I wish I could be
Secretly wishes that she could be me!

- Lady InspiroLogos

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I wrote the above on a very difficult, dark and lonely day, in a long stretch of similar days; just trying to express the raw emotions that I felt. Nevertheless, my conclusion is just my poetic way of pointing out something I've learned: Everyone's got bad days, or bad weeks, some people even have bad years! And in tough times, the grass always looks greener on the 'other side.' What you may not realize though, is this: for the one looking from that 'other side' it's your grass that looks greener!
To each her own. C'est la vie!