Life
I always wonder why the world is round
I keep thinking that it’s a merry go-round
It’s full of surprises, good ones and bad
Why life is this way, that’s so sad.
People pretend, but who really knows
They become pretenders, perfect for the show
Today we live; money is the way to go
Is that all that’s important, you’d think so
I listen keenly to some people I know
It’s just ridiculous the things they glow
I consider myself crazy, most people would say so
In some cases lucky, the way to go!
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