Life - Glum Or Foe

In care of me but usual as I am always looking closely with my life that's so happy. My life is as likely a friend who likes me though I don't know it, starving like a hunger. A magical ball on me that's surround's me like a sheep or cattle, grazing for their feast. As a friend or foe I don't like it, but comes me as a friend a man who likes it, but I am afraid of it. As I know it soon as always that's of fear and sadness of all that takes end and that of it. Life seems as a foe of fear and glum, so that I can choose any the way it follows, a friend or foe. As a being I know it's friend, but like of a foe of glum.