Sometimes I can't help but contemplate, why the modern ways seem so tough to relate.
A hundred and one things I may debate, and some people seem to think they are so great,
whether they are gays, bi or straight.
Digits one, three, six and eight may change one's fate,
otherwise, they become some gamblers' superstitious trait.
How often married couples hope to have a change in state,
within themselves, they mutter, "If only he/she could be my soulmate...
more loving, more understanding or less irate.
No regrets, it's not too late.
Change yourself, change your views, or simply change him or her... wait!
Have I made a mistake? I should not complicate...
Whatever degree of love or hate...
I am a nobody to comment, judge or evaluate...
Zillions, billions and millions of people God create:
Some live for the rat race while others choose to be sedate.
Centuries after centuries, decades after decades, and up till this date,
None can define what is the ideal living standard and rate.
Maybe only He knows, or till one enters the hell or heaven's gate.