It is always a half life
Whichever way you live
One side of the coin only,
One at a time
Half full or half empty
Half baked or burnt
You can always search
Some emptiness, and find it
When and where
Everything seems full
And in vast oceans
With drowned horizons
Islands you can find
Sunny and dry
Below the surface
Of laughter and bloom
It may be damp and dim
Behind the drops of tear
Rays of hope may lie
It is always a half life
Whichever way …
You decide to live
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