IRONY OF LIFE
The chase never slows, it only repeats
Running in circles, chasing defeat.
Like pouring into a cup that leaks
Our pockets never stay complete.
The quest for riches, a human plight
A plunge into endless, sleepless nights.
For every goal, for every gain
We crave the next, in endless strain.
As time slips through our weary hands
We race past life’s fleeting sands.
So busy chasing golden dreams
We miss the sunset’s gentle gleam.
And then we wake, with dusk near
The truth so clear, we feel the fear.
For all the riches we pursue
We lost the life we never knew.
That’s the irony of a purposeless life
We care so much for shining gold
By the little we have, we forget to truly live
Until the joke is all that’s left to give.
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