Amazin Life
AMAZIN LIFE
Through the unknown back doors of this mind,
ports of many thoughts I think to find,
lost in my life where,
ever I dare.
All reflections of my days,
in a mystery maze.
I am my own mystery,
a future from my history,
looking to find me, my destiny to be.
Yesterday, today. tomorrow,
what will I follow.
Was, am, could, maybe,
living in my own game,
as each day my time is sold,
from my knowledge growing old,
and who will share my living book of memories untold,
or just be an invisible page on the world stage.
Dreams like cloudy visions form and arrange,
sometimes, a sensation so strange,
A life in many pieces, a kaleidoscope view,
an abstract painting of my auric hue,
living in confusion of my life's illusion.
Paths have led astray,
wrongs in many different ways,
learning each trap,
of life's labyrinth map.
Yet all the given days,
how life can amaze,
was, am, could,
maybe all the same,
as this amazin life is my own game
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