Life Is What You Make It
Birth ushers us into the world,
giving us an opportunity to mold
our thoughts into music and noise;
love and hate; peace and war.........
We find ourselves doing deeds
that are either good or evil,
swinging like pendulums between
the two qualities; history books prove
what we are, and what we can become
We stop creating our reality only in death.
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