I have no thoughts, of no kind
I know not what I've left behind
My mind wanders, life seems to flow
like a dry leaf, with the wind, I blow
Where to, but, I know not
what had I left, what have I got
Where in life, did I want to reach
was this what I always did preach
Life is so funny, sometimes,
it always has what we focus
Sometimes, we miss what it gives
at others, it too forgets us
This series of hits and misses,
of our wins and our losses,
goes on till we finally depart;
It's just a game of Noughts and Crosses
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