life sometimes

Seems like life is a puzzle
And I am confused -
Every time I try to find the solution
And the problem gets changed....

Sometimes I feel, the horizon is blurred
And when I open my eyes, no one is around
At other times I feel, the life has open it's arms
And I have many; hands to hold….

I keep running; And with each passing day,
run with a greater speed; with the hope of reaching the line..
But when I seem, close to the line
I see it goes missing....

I hope someday, I would reach the line
And someday I would, uncover the solution
But if the problem does not change
How would I call it a LIFE?
This is how life is - now and again...