Illusion
Passing before one's eyes
like shadows on a wall
the occurences of this world
continue unabated
The life we have chosen
is the life we must live
Does it seem that it is all
too real?
Welcome the changes(before the shadow falls on you
and the sand finishes falling
through the hour glass)
because changes are the very "core" of life
When they stop
you
will
know
that the storybook has
been closed
"Forever"
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