The Labyrinth of Our Lives
It is beautiful there,
And somewhere is there,
The land,
A big pyramid of human
As well as a column of foe men,
A beam of sunlight,
A drop of sight
When the snow lands
We feel the soft pangs
Of people long lost, forgotten and desolated
And occasionally of whom we remember standing on the coast
In our pretty, terrifying labyrinth
We forget the beauties of life
And struggle to strife
And yes
It IS beautiful somewhere..............
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