This Thing Called Life
August 19, 2009
The rambles of life,
the unclear path,
the path that is neither left or right,
but a giant squiggle of turns.
The joys of life,
the path secure,
when everything is close to perfect.
The reality of life,
where every action is felt,
strongly or not,
happy or not,
laughable or not.
The dreams of life,
all look clear and sweet,
just a thought,
never real.
The stuff of life is good or bad,
every time it makes you sad,
remember that some are true,
some think they are true to you,
and others know nothing about you.
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