People as ‘time ticking bombs’
Destroying the sanity of people
Or even leading them earlier to their tombs,
Making a mess of life, like a mass of rubble.
Guarantee of love,
Next to impossible.
Live without love
Not conceivable.
Sail on high winds?
Love has ups and downs,
And, though blowing away the mind,
Resort to therapy to calm down.
Therapy, what therapy?
When with tormenting rejection you are crossed?
Will anything else make you happy?
When the brain is tempest tossed?
Well, love is a roller coaster.
Who can doubt it
Though it can become your destiny’s master?
So, the ride is what you make of it.
Thanks a lot Daphedine.