Peculiar

I would not know it, or I just don’t want to concede.

But maybe, this life is somewhat melancholy.

Or maybe living in reality, that is.

We strive to live and survive.

But then we will notice that it is not enough.

A day would come when we are impatient for something to befall.

Eventually it can be depressing and lonely.

But we still attempt to strive.

Life is peculiar.

You will be drawn to its oddity.

Why would life be like this?