Life is too fast and too short
The first half of life is either spent or wasted
For good or bad reasons the soul knows best
And it was just so amazing
At how much men couldn't accomplish
Within that given time
It would have been very relieving
To prove some people wrong
When they told that nothing can happen
But neither help nor assurance was forth-coming
To help prove those careless words wrong
And wonder sets in
What exactly shared life is all about
When nothing impresses any more
When living feels like existing
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| Who will be my protective big tree? |
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