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Life's Misfits

We remain grateful for being alive
We wear flowers on our crowns
And smile at the sun's warmth
We play with the sand and enjoy 
How it falls from our hand
We worry about that which troubles us
We care for those who ignite fireworks in us
As if,
The fact that life is simply a lie
Is absent from our minds!

How can it be a truth when we have, over it,
Absolutely no control,
When it rules us, instead of letting us rule ourselves!

Pray, but if we walked around with gloom on our faces
And told the world and whoever would want to hear
That we are simply waiting for Life to end with her lie
Would that make of us misfits?

And would it be worth it?
Why, we have no choice, the lie has trapped us
It has bound us to it, as if it wanted to punish us!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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