Lost of fraud

Sorrows sway, inflicting pain
Insomnia may never go away
Some spark a light to tell a story
But many fail to see their glory

We laugh, cry, smile, and sing
All to just be a king
Sing, smile, cry, and laugh
All of us are just to young

We’ve all been lost like dory
From finding Nemo, we all know that story
She just didn't want to be boring
In the depths, we search for meaning,
Through trials, tears, and intervening.

Some days we rise, some we fall,
Yet through it all, we heed the call.
In whispers soft, dreams do speak,
Guiding us when our spirits are weak.
We journey on, through dark and light,
Seeking solace in the night.

For in the end, it’s not the glory,
But the journey, the untold story.
So let us cherish each fleeting moment,
In this grand impproportion, ever potent.