Turning Air Into Gold
It is like turning air into gold,
to be born into this world uncontrolled.
Against all astronomical odds,
this had to be done by the gods.
To come into this world of chaos and confusion,
living life as we see it, not as an illusion.
To be here and to be happy with what you are,
getting a life to live, is as rare as a shooting star.
Born in the same time and place, like someone dealing.
That it should be impossible, to have this feeling.
You were made so perfect and beautiful in your mold.
Me, knowing and loving you, is like air turning into gold.
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