The pencils will break,
Colours will fade.
All that will be left will be dull,
And life will seem blur.

Yes, when you will start,
It will be hard.
Things will prick,
And the world will play its trick.

Moments will be sad,
Life will be mad.
Love will betray,
And things will go astray.

But you will have to move,
As there’s no one you have to prove
Yes, even if it will be dark,
You will have to see your spark.