Life Is A Mysterious Thing - Poem by Bailey Schatte
It's an eye opening glimpse of time that is given to you for free,
So do not waste it standing there just trying to breathe.
Yes it can be crucial,
Sometimes thought provoking,
But it could also be availing,
Sometimes thought promoting.
Take it how you want,
Because it's all the same to me,
You cant change my thoughts,
That you will soon see.
So when the time comes,
That you trying not to bleed,
Just remember what i said,
And don't come crying to me.
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