Where would solace be found?
And how does lingering hopes prevail?
Can someone lament and still dance?
Eventually, thoughts became a child's playground.
A seesaw of contrasting passages.
A zigzag of opposite ideas.
In pain, love comforted me.
In sorrow, joy uplifted me.
In an atmosphere of solitude, serenity found me.
Thus, I fully learned the meaning of life.
Twas a paradox.