Poetry #3

I keep wishing for what I have not
A fulfilment that awaits
Is enjoying what has to come
Leaving the worst feelings rot
While expressing enduring traits
Appreciating what I’ve got
And aspiring what life might become

Life is a game
Which for everyone is the same
Don’t search far for your fate
‘Cause you’ll live it in any rate
Some is good
Other are bad
Likely understood
Otherwise it’s sad

Don’t give up
Or you’ll die
Get up
And let yourself fly
In your dreams
Be oneself
Follow the streams
Which lead you to yourself