The tingle while riding air
Tasting flavors of life everywhere,
Receiving praise of grandeury
Remember? There's an end to all glory
Everyone is living a story.
It's love that takes hype
Or hate, consuming life,
Day s in n out all same
On recall many shades; some cushy, other gory
Everyone is living a story
Some come with family name;
Others with tribe to flaunt fame,
Some torch (people) houses, others light hope flame,
Choices make some shame, others proud with glory
Everyone is living a story.
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