Frozen in a moment, wondering if we could ever work back the heavy arms of time.
Stopped for a moment, wondering if we could ever comprehend what we label as fate.
Puppets we are, with the strings being pulled by unknown arms.
Singing, dancing, laughing, crying, and acting our life to an unknown script.
As mysteriously as it all started, it ends...
A cruel world that makes us smile when in tears, and drops us into a black hole of sorrow when we feel things couldn't be any better.
Another scene from the act of life. Another role in the scheme of things, and we wait for our chance to roll the dice... and we wait for our chance to roll the dice
