Fair Exchange, II.
Life doesn't come with instruction
We are the architect of our own destruction
We want the good deals in life, fair enough
We give our hearts away for love
We gaze to the heavens
Hoping it smiles back at us
We give our best to life
Hoping we'd be favoured in the end
Despite life's many curves and bend
We give our heart out on a lend
Hoping it comes back with a mend
Sometimes we get fair exchange
Sometimes too we get short changed
There is no denying we want fairness with life
Often times we do, sometimes we don't
Shouldn't stop us from giving our best nonetheless
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.