How fickle is your mood?
Changing with changing tides
From frolic to solitude.
Do you stop for a minute
To take a peak inside
Or to gaze at the skies infinite
To unearth what fate confides?
Do you see a pattern?
Governing your randomness?
Do you hear the chuckle?
Of the sways ruling your harness?
You are but life indeed,
Bemusing with its various shades,
Changing like changing seasons,
Playing your part in the charades.