Life is odd only when you have the time to think about it.
One person's carelessness, someone else's characteristic madness,
A third's fumbling mood swings or yet another's forgetfulness??
What makes the spokes on the wheels of your life turn and why?
There's someone you're ignoring and somebody else ignoring you,
There are times you want to talk, at times you do little but run;
Yet, we go through the routine, one eventful day at a time.
What makes us last this long? What blends cheer into cruelty?
Sometimes you pine to do things, but let a tiny thought stop you;
The thought is one translating, fear to reality before it is born.
