Sometimes the rain soaks the sponges of our regrets
And our hearts become heavy to bear.
Sometimes the wind, in its gentle breeze,
Whispers the secrets of freedom into our ears.
Sometimes the scorching sun teaches us to persevere.
At times he turns warm and sweet on the skin.
Sometimes the silence makes lots of noise
Awakening the buried memories.
Sometimes the time tell tales of a better future.
Sometimes our thoughts speak to us and keep us sane.
But on other times our hearts take charge
And lead us into beaten paths.
Or unbeaten ones.
Sometimes we listen.
Sometimes we don’t.
And thus make a toast later
Or drown in it.
It’s all uncertain.