Life

What is life, if it's not a ride?
Why are the seat belts on so tight?
Riding up and down the steep hills
we always worry about paying our bills
looking for a place to rest our weary souls
always worrying about reaching our goals

All those times when we say "Enough!"
and know that the turns will be tough
and still we tread on, not caring at all 
for why should we stop? why should we stall?    
There are blisters on our feet that ache
but there is just too much that is at stake

We can't give in, that's the motto of the day!
We must always keep our enemies at bay!
Those who sabotage our happiness and dreams
those who behind our backs scheme 
Sorry my friend but I just can't give up
so have some more wine, I'll pour you a cup

And as terrified as we are at the thought of death
We just might like the colours of the last sunset
But before that lets go on that ride one more time 
crash and burn and then soar to the sky
For what is life, if it's not a ride!

liferhyme

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