The Daily Report
Try to imagine a life without joy,
Hope, or anything to look forward to.
Every day you are just going through
Depressing motions as you remain coy.
Allow yourself to picture a young boy
In the body of a tortured man, who
Looks at life from another point of view,
Yearning not to be treated like a toy.
Remind yourself that life is far too short.
Eventually, it comes to an end.
Ponder this game called life, and try to sort
Over the things that make you over bend.
Remember this is the ultimate sport,
Testing people's ability to win.
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