Life sometimes seems,
like a hall of doors,
in a land of dreams,
a game without scores,
and the risks are high,
no repeats and fouls are allowed,
and sometimes I wonder why,
I couldn't have been a cloud,
drifting without a care,
living with no pain,
free to travel anywhere,
no trying to get in or out the fast lane,
and then I think,
that then I also would,
never feel joy and that would stink,
there's this pull to know I lived and did the best I could.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
