We look for the joys in life From our birth to adulthood We turn to those who influence us Not doing things we know we should
We live life with indignation Pondering things with no explanation
Indicting others for our faults Life seems to burn away into ashes As our memories of the past flashes
What lyes ahead is uncertain We write this book day by day Encountering strangers and pain Listening to everything others convey
We alter this and alter that Yet we live in a world of imperfection A world of goals, a world of mistakes A world where everyone fears rejection
We posses the capability Yet we lose the motive to try We often ask the question "who am I?"
In this world of solicitude, this world of negligence Sometimes we run away for so long we come to a fence
Can we cross it, can we jump over?
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