"Life"
As I lie in bed,
With a pillow under my head;
Being me,
No one can see,
So what can I be?
Making decision,
Is like making crucial incisions;
Just believe,
See what you can conceive;
When we get our life,
We fight for strife;
Lost in the past,
Which when we had a blast;
Dreams come true,
Just out of the blue;
You never know,
When someone likes you so;
Life is a dream,
Like a light beam
From the past,
That can never last;
For what you have, be grateful,
You life will always be fateful.
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