How

You don’t know how,

You suddenly feel sad,

Imagining all the things you once had.

You don’t know how,

It’s a merry mood,

Butterflies in stomach extensively brood.

You don’t know how,

It’s something vague at times,

Feeling too much and little oftentimes.

You don’t know how,

Everything happens.

Standstill world and life happens.

FLY, I SAY