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Life is a dream when you think about it,
A gleam of colors, a vision of grey,
With a few moments that smell sweet and nice,
With the occasional taste of bad decay.
Life is a journey as many say,
A tunnel filled with twists and turns,
And the empty caverns that come through it,
Filled with deep visions of your desires in turn.
Life is in friends as many claimed,
And we do not interrupt them for believing thus.
But what about the time when they are maimed, through
Inaction of the same when tragedy occurs?
Life is in work as many believe,
Spending one’s years in tiresome ease,
With no time for anyone else, but alas!
Repenting on their death’s untucked bed, deceased!
Life is a fight for the taste of some,
Bloody and bruised, all days to come,
And though it is somewhat crucial to know,
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