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Life is not a smooth pavement It's surrounded by rock, dirt with pebbles on it We'll all trip and we'll all fall But you must pick yourself up and keep rolling on On Rollerblades, Roller Skates and Skateboard Before you even can walk, begins with a crawl Eventually, we will all fall Get right back up and roll on Roll on because we just passing through Life is not easy, and not supposed to Not everybody has a pavement so smooth Not everyone is served with a platinum spoon But don't let life consume you Don't let life keep you on the floor Time will heal and when it does Keep rolling on It takes times and practice Just like the old saying goes; practice made perfect Not all payment is perfect or smooth Cuz payments are like life; is not supposed to So strap on the Rollerblades Lace-up the roller skates Take out the skateboard That you left in your closet Cuz life gets messy And sometimes it will get hard But you have to pick yourself up And keep rolling on

We are all prisoners of Covid-19 Remembering the time when we were free Going out and visit everybody But now we are prisoners of Covid-19 Restriction and rules we have to follow Cautious and pray that will see tomorrow Can't share mask or things to borrow As the places to things and do are very narrow Cannot gather we can't all be together Praying for a better weather Daydreaming of what life was like When we could actually eat restaurant food inside Separate from the left that we used to be When we could gather around and be a family Touch and hug and hold memories Separated by Covid-19 Now we only get together by zoom and call Can't be in the same room at all We have to be 6 ft apart Feel like we in the prison bar Take every precaution Proceed with caution With mask and sanitation To avoid a serious situation For I see it we all in The Walking Dead And we already affected and sick We are affected it's not activated And I will try anyway I can to avoid it For the

Don't say that. Don't say that sweet lie That I can't see in my own naked eye. Don't tell me that. Don't tell me of how special I am When my reality of myself looked dim. I don't know how to receive This special thought that you give me.. I cannot receive... Your compliments. To you I look special But to my own reflection; I look like the devil. In your eyes I hold wisdom and inspiration But in my reflection; I see myself as a deceitful demon. So Please; don't say those sweet words to me Because I'm allergic. I would flee as a beautiful disease Of your compliment