life is hard

You walk away in the cool night

You take your shadow with you

You don't want to stay behind

You say “ life is hard”

The neon lights on the building

The shining bulbs wish to say

“So long friend till we meet again

In the night when I am open for you”

The cool breezes sing

In your ears whispering nothing

You walk on the road

Thinking of the night you leave behind

On the bench you see

An old homeless man sleeps

With street lights casting orange glow

You wonder “ life is hard”

Then you hear the revving machines

The loud noises roaring on the street

The bad boys on motorbikes stop by

“Hey man! Where is the road to Paradise?”

You look at the inquirer

“You better don't go there

Once you go in you will lose

Life will be hard”

“Nay you are sorry

Maybe something happened to you

We are going to Paradise

We smell it in our lives”

“So go by all means

Don't say I don't warn you

Don't go to Paradise

It isn't what you smell”

You walk away

Humming a tune to yourself

“Fools they are

Life is hard”