Being Made to Believe

I was made to believe in all that’s right;
My elders told me good always prevails,
The day always follows the darkest night,
One succeeds despite all the times one fails;
They said keep faith, have strength, do the right thing;
Rise up each and every time you fall;
Trust in life, no matter what it may bring,
In time, tears do end, love does conquer all.

Now I’ve seen bad things happen to the good,
Seen fools prosper, the fatigue of the wise,
Though I lived just as I was told I should,
I acquired a heartache that never dies.
And yet I find I’ve this lesson to learn:
Those who leave, seldom, if ever, return.

Made that Way

You will surely leave. You will not stay.
It is your wont: you are made that way.
The sun will rise and that is for sure;
The moon finds same time to cast her lure.
The Stars will burn, blow up, fade and die –
It just is, come on, do not ask why.
The tides will turn, as sure as you do,
You cannot twirl them like you mean to.
We may appear to change, you and I;
But that is just it, we will just try.
We can learn it all, grow old and die;
But I’ll still feel and will not deny.
And you, in your own way, will say:
It’s not his fault, he was made that way.