Click, lick!
Today is called today because, we are living in it;
Soon it will pass away and, we will call it yesterday (the past) .
Then comes another day,
The future! ! Which is called tomorrow.
Pick, stick, click, lick, sick!
What you are doing today is nothing than, repeating your childhood dreams;
Of the implications,
With the ability of your mind in the land of the living.
Treasure! ! !
The treasures of life;
Today is call today because, we are still living in it,
The comes tomorrow!
Hoping for a better future.
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