The future becomes today,
Today becomes the past,
Still wondering which is the right way,
Trying to find the meaning of life,
You always the first to loose last,
Happy but sad like married to a stingy wife,
Thinking the road to success is a horizontal evolution,
Well the world is in spherical form,
Three sixty five days full world revolution,
Still nothing in life is norm,
Junks of cries and laughter in emotional ways,
The poor the rich the difference was made,
The poor harrased and strugle in every days,
The rich the money they always make,
Who to blame the destiny was already made,
Find a way what is yours and take,
Dont look at who to blame,
Just work very hard today,
Tommorrow you may get the fame,
The future may still bright your way.
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