Then, We Understand
Not all problems can be solved
We are easy to collapse Unable to rectify Despite our work and battles Turmoils sleep in our journey
Then, we understand Not all problems can be solved Or at least Not by our impaired souls
Some become worst indeed As we try to unravel Some may even kill our beings Once they invade one’s beliefs
From far, they may look so small That we look like born heroes Simple, easy, or basic The steps may not be as it seems
A common scenario isn’t often told A well-planned solution Can be made awful At any time, once someone’s mind gets a bit flawed
Though the worst Is made obvious Some problems are contagious They may swarm one’s solutions
