This Is It
One day I wondered what life could be
What truly defined the limits of you and me
Within the ever occurring creation, is there room for destiny?
Where is my bliss?
Where is your calling?
It's no good to be listless
Wasted days only equate to stalling
Part of life is to weather the storm
Part of beating fear is to resist
Life is the original art form
It's beautiful that we exist
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