Life is an opera
An aria performance
Sometimes we miss our lines
And just had to adlib
A philosophy beautifully dished out in four lines but heavier than the Zuma rock. Things come upon us unprepared - either by blows or drunkenness of destiny, however unprepared we are, we are just as choices-less as an opera singer who forgets his/her lines and had to freestyle his/her way out. That is life in four lines
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