Everything in this world, everything below.
Is there anything beyond? Is there anything more?
Around in a circle we go filling up time.
Running faster and faster until we feel sore.

Why is life so difficult to accept in this matter?
Almost like life’s a t-shirt that has been tattered.

It’s like we have just been splashed like paint on a canvas,
Or like trying to find one clean sock among a humongous mess.

A new story behind every page turn in a book.
A new life with every glance and look.

An unpredictable mesh of everything,
Life is like darkness, not what it seems.

Everything in this world, everything below.
Is there anything beyond? Is there anything more?
I do not know about much in my time,
But what I do know is that life’s not a bore.

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Now life can be difficult, this is true.
But remember, the most important thing, is you.

Never let someone tell you what’s right,
Choose your own path, choose to take flight.