The puzzle shall fall into place
It is so different yet so familiar History repeats yet it is so unclear Will it happen soon, now that it has repeated again The unspoken words, the regrets and all the same complaints remain Because all the seasons of life have something to teach You will learn and unlearn at every stage you reach When things take their own turn, let that allow The same fortune, the chaotic pieces do make sense somehow. The silliness behind the maturity, the sheen behind the dullness will probably bloom like a flower in spring Strange thing is, even if it is repeating, I still can't predict what this will eventually bring But keep the faith and let good things unwind Because as it is rightly said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?