The Body
Mind sweats sheets of ice
I sit I sit
Contemplate life
I've looked to the pipe
I've looked to the knife
Neither seem to satisfy
So I pick up my ratatattat
Backpack
Grip life
School books
Seek improvement
Because I am no longer trying to figure out what the purpose of life is
Cause I have realized that life is priceless
So let us not price it less
No nice guys do not finish last
Step into newness
Born again from my past
I look at my future ligths so bright
I laugh
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