Everything is Sublime
45 years 4 months and 4 days of time,
Everything is sublime,
Living in a world of fantasy,
Were everything is reflected back to me.
Did I write the script before I was born?
My heart is sad, I feel torn.
Now, I know I don’t have complete control
For my destiny is controlled by my soul.
Knowing this now, I know if I do my best,
God will take care of the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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