and how easily they leave,
how easily some become friends,
and some of them enemies.
how easily people fall in love,
and how easily they become happy,
how easily they trust someone,
and get betrayed by many.
how easily a heart beats for someone,
and how easily it breaks,
how easily someone calls you your own,
and later throws you away.
how easily you tread on a journey,
and end up loosing the way,
how easily you find your aim,
and then end up loosing the game.
how easily you try to pick up the roses,
and end up with thorns all the time,
how easily you keep waiting for that someone ,
and keep loosing yourself all the time.
Wish everything was not so easy,
wish everything was very tough,
when a lot of time would have been spent on everything,
the lesser it would have hurt.
