Its all a mystery



Today we learn, tomorrow we might forget
Still we learn, learning is a mystery!

Today we cry, tomorrow we might laugh
Still we cry, grief is a mystery!

Today we write, tomorrow we might erase
Still we write, writing is a mystery!

Today we speak, tomorrow we might regret
Still we speak, speaking is a mystery!

Today we fight, tomorrow we might patch up
Still we fight, fighting is a mystery!

Today we bless, tomorrow we might curse
Still we bless, blessing is a mystery!

Today we help, tomorrow we might step back
Still we help, helping is a mystery!

Today we enjoy, tomorrow we might be low
Still we enjoy, joy is a mystery!

Today we love, tomorrow we might dislike
Still we love, love is a mystery!

Today we live, tomorrow we might die
Still we live, life is, itself, a mystery!!!

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