Life is a daydream,
A never ending story,
You write every second that goes by,
You decide your own ending,
You alter your own decision.
Every second that passes by is the past,
You can't read back at it
Because you write it then burn it away,
No longer does it exist,
No longer does its ashes make sense,
The emotion remains, the pain remains,
But rest everything is gone.
Life is a daydream,
You can make it however you want to,
Only you have the power to change it,
Only you can make it perfection,
Or make it as imperfect as yourself,
Everything is nothing but a vivid imagination,
Something not easily understood,
But yet a depth of meaning lay underneath.
Life is a daydream,
So make it as perfect as you can!
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