Life
Life in this lonely world
can be such a mess
Waking up every morning
Feeling lonely and lost
The thought
That we are guests
how our days are numbered
All in the same queue
Queueing for a present
Death inside the box
The best leading the que
And the worst at the back
Life can be such a mess
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