Why is old almost always satisfactory than the new,
Why do we feel the morning Sun always after the fresh dew,
Why do we talk with everyone but share our secrets with the few,
Why we can simply lie with acquaintances but with our loved ones we’re true,
B’coz life is strange, we want to have new when we have the old,
we want to rush with the first ray of Sun and ignore the dew,
we desire to have many but not struggle to keep safe the few.
Last but not the least, we lie to ourselves yet wish others to be TRUE!