Lack in the midst of plenty, sadness overwhelms happiness, terror and terror written all over faces, no room for emotions cos it holds no place in our hearts, no friends cos they don't seem to matter, the questions thus to be asked "who are your friends,what defines friendship, thoughts of tomorrow our source of inspiration, we all want to walk with our heads held up high, life is a race, a competition, it began even before we started, life is fair,sometime's not, what would life have been like if you didn't die, Writing these lines with a heavy heart, Things are not the same,