Funny game

I am going alone thinking singing being sad
Consider to be very wise,a bit mad
So crazy about funny game of my life
Which gave me the chance just to feel me alive
I am free but responsible for my behavior
And being now so happy makes me become braver
I meet little obstackles with shiny smile
Cause love is both miracle and heavy trial.
I reckon that silly mistakes in the past
Made me realize all the point at last:
My world of pink glasses immediately crushed
When you made it brighter with your selfmade brush
And I look without it at previous stuff
In this world I wished long-awaited true love.
It had to divide in two distinct big parts
My feelings,reality,view towards bubs.
It did,but not early and not very late
My fortune like gift brought me all on the plate
It made me believe,realize and admit
That my world of dreams does not have any split.
I am going alone thinking singing being sad
Consider to be very wise,a bit mad
Of so pretty wrinckles in nook of your eyes,
Of power of thoughts that make wonders arise.
So maybe be won’t stop to live with the dream?
I am sure that dreamings don’t  have any brim.
And magic of hours with you won’t expire
In second life’s part which we strongly desired.