I am out of bed
From the position of dead
Virtually and literally
This is routine daily
I feel no bore
But explore
Sun's exposure
For real future
Let us scrutinize day's schedule
What is there for us to fill?
Make it memorable and worthy
I feel so down and ordinary
I have faith
And shall remain so till death
Even if there is enormous wealth
I shall take in an ordinary breathe
I need to pray daily and thank
As He has made me to think
Over the life's ambition
Which has nice combination
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brilliant. real. joy to read, thank you. 8 hours ago by Keith Labonte to Feel no bore