I'm what I'm not

Bob, my friend, pats in my back
And says “every little thing gonna be all right”
But, who knows what is there for us…

There’s dawn and there’s dusk
There’s tear and there’s smile
One day you come like a kingfisher
To whisper a song of life
Another day you bring
Those venomous whips, pangs without relief…

For a change, let me ask, for a change could we change our destiny?
Our compulsions?
The way time tests my patience?
Your robotic life?

I’m marching ahead or mingling down - buried in this daily dilemma
I’m what I’m not…

Bob, my friend, pats in my back
And says “every little thing gonna be all right”

But who knows what is there for us…