This too shall pass

What do you live for when you don't know the life formula?

Everyone walking around like they know they made it through,
When they themselves have forgotten the broken glasses they stepped on;
Who held their hand through the hard times.
What if life was the same for everyone?

Everyone woke up at the exact time,
Everyone brushed at the exact time,
Everyone walked at the exact time?
Everyone became multimillionaire at the exact time?
Everyone spoke at the exact time?
Would it still make any sense?

What happened to you must be enforced on other.
What others tell you must be in your head.
What others go through must be followed.
What life are we all living?
Miserable yet?

Is it a sacrifice being born as a woman?
Dancing to every note played by men?
Restricted to listen to her own voice when she hums
When men out there gets the world full of sparkles?
Does that make any sense at all?

If papa bird and mama bird doesn't listen,
Then what does the baby birdie do?
What if her wings were never meant to be chopped?
What if she never knew what it was like to feel happy again?
What if she wasn't a crow instead of a dove?
What if she was simply a man, would the whole world turn around?
They think she knows it all but at the same time says she knows nothing at all.
Does it all make any sense at all?

What if the men was constrained at their nest?
What if the men sacrifices their manhood in return for women to step up?
What if men never saw a women in their life?
What if this was all just a stupid theoretical statement?

What if women really stood for what they really want without hurting their parents?
What if color were invisible?
What if the sun was really blue?
Does it still make any sense?

Did we ever expect this was ever going to happen,
From the time we started crawling to running on two god blessed feet,
To being miserable cause you're like a to-do list set in order?
It really makes no sense at all.

Where do all the men go when they have absolutely nothing?

Why women must leave if they have nothing to dream for?
The one you cherish every successful moments together.
The one you carry forward together to see another sunrise.
But does it make sense to be with someone who has nothing in her to love?
Does it make sense to lend a helping hand to support a chopped wing?
Does it make sense you must find the happiest successful swan out of the bevy?

Nothing really makes sense to me.
I wonder how women are different.
I wonder why they have to fight in order to be happy.
I wonder why the universe tell stories just for men.

I wonder why men get away with their sins,
When family gets terrified to send their little girl out alone.
It will never make any sense as people themselves must get out of the statement,
Women are never safe nor can she do what men can!

Don't you think this sounds dramatic?
Well, life is stupidly abnormal when sun sets in the mornings.

I wonder why.
I wonder when.
I wonder how.

This too shall pass.