The world Is not as it looks or sounds Where feelings of pleasure or joy abound;

It's the plain of fury and pain Thats extends from the royal street to the lane.

Life Is not always as one seeks Where sucess seldom happiness breeds;

It's the valley deep n wide Where failures make emotions slide.

Death Is not easeful sleep But cycles of suffering and sorrows deep;

It's the night,for morn cannt delay,From dust man come,in dust to stay.

Are you disheartened?Never be.Seeking sympathy is not for thee;

Bear life bravely,in reality believe If this be true,can truth ever decieve?