When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
I like to blaze new trails
on the road to nowhere.
On a journey through time,
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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