Life is made,
On bricks of will,
On vines of sade,
On depth of skill,
Cherish your flaws,
They make you stronger,
Simply because,
The path's made longer,
Too much time spent,
Thinking about life,
Is time forced to prevent,
Steps away from the scythe,
Spend less time thinking,
And more time doing,
Spend no time sinking,
But all time pursuing,
That one sacred goal,
You've already set,
That will make you whole,
That you'll never regret,
Live life with a smile,
For even in sadness,
This is your one trial,
To fight off the madness.
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