There is a certain tendency around me,
To flee what’s there to see
As a result – one ‘s free
Or so he thinks.
So this is how it’s meant to be?
One smiles, one laughs…
No law to flee. Only emotions
See?
“It’s life”, - they say,
But hey, just for a moment - stay
And think, try not to blink
Or shut your eyes,
Then wonder,
What’s our life’s disguise?
May there some sense exist
In truth
May something sooth
Our end?
Some blend of sweet and sour
Must our world rule
For now however,
Things are foul:
Nine out of ten-
A fool.
So what is there to do?
A clue? Someone?
Hello?
Wooo-hooo….
No answer…well, I guess, I do…:
Just do!
And make that, what you do
Be good.
Make thankfulness
Your food…
And just, be good
Be good
Be good.
Be good.
Be good
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