Strange Life
When you think that life is strange
Then you're on the right tracks
When it seems ordinary and mundane
Then you have to shake things up
For what is the point of living
If it feels like you are dead
Where all imagination and creativity has left
What's the point in just sleepwalking
Unconsciously through life
I believe we should make the most of our lives
There nothing more important than the present time
What's gone is gone and the future cannot be defined
Open up your eyes to strangeness and you'll no longer live life blind.
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