Nothing succeeds like success
And nothing fails like a failure
Life remains a gamble
Whose cards we neither own
And not do we hold
It’s a probability game they say
Chances of one being born
Chances of one dying
Who decides the starting lineup?
Who makes it
To the finishing line?
Your guess is as good as mine
It’s a bad script
A very sad one too
Life – remains a long sigh
We will never know
If the cries of those children
Will become our worse nightmare
How does one settle upon a grave?
Or build mansions
On trampled dreams
Merchants will sell you anything
Ketto diet, protein diet, botox
A whole new you
Like a Ship of Theseus
Nothing authentic or original
But yet we ace at being an odd
Superposition of the both
Forgetting lines
Of an erasing script
We keep babbling
Nothing makes sense
None of the pieces
Of this puzzle fit
If only we could feel
The emptiness of space
Earth’s solo cosmic dance
Rarest of rare life on it
Sustained by the sun
Maybe we would learn
To value this one chance
The one shot
We actually have
To live a life
To love a life
Mad Decadence 