Bizarre world, weird life
Outlandish people, eccentric minds
We reverie about the future
Live in the present
But still miss the past
We recall the blissful days
Those memorable moments
That we enjoyed a lot
And shed tears
We recollect those silly things
Those awkward situations
When we were nearly in tears
And have a hearty laugh
Isn’t the world bizarre?
Isn’t life weird?
Aren’t the people outlandish?
Isn’t their minds eccentric?
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