Life
Life's a path of unexpected treasures
Treasure you find along the way
Like they say every rose has their thorn
The rose is just seen the nails surrounds
To get into it there's a battle in the head
The state of bliss is a myth
Never to blame others for the losses we face
Good and bad it's all within
Looking back only shows a picture
Sometimes of glee sometimes a dark wood
It's like a whirlpool of emotion
And better not to turn back if you could
Focus on what's here and cherish with no fear
Fear is a strange for sometimes it saves life
The same fear sometimes gonna eat up inside
There's an invisible boundary that must be drawn
Perfect balance is a myth, no one's born that way
Struggle and experiences will take you to it
Even the noblest? of men were once no great
For we're all humans imperfect in a perfect sense.
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