Like food .. Often what it smells like
Is the same mostly as it will taste
In life too often what it looks like
Is either a good thing or a waste
We all know some of psychology
One cannot be alive and not know
Like a sailor reads the ocean wide
Others read the clouds and winds that blow
We do often look at others in our life
And yes .. we often do wonder why
People waste their lives wasting time
Sometimes until the very day they die
It's not our call we have our own lives to watch
As life for us each and every single day
Goes the way it does and our selves to judge
Within our own lives come what may.