Life
What is life?
What is it supposed to be?
When did it become so serious and virtuous?
Who made up the rules and why?
We're supposed to conform into one society?
Clones of one another of super stars we idolize on TV.
What is life?
Is it losing who we are to be what were not?
Is it listening to media? Or is it listening to yourself?
Is it abiding by the rules? Or is it making your own?
Is it being afraid of the consequences and reprecussions?
Or is it not giving a flying bird and making life what you always percieved it to be when you were child so innocent and careless?
When you dressed up in princess, astronaut and cowboy outfits.
Life was coloring outside the lines,
it was curiosity, ignorance, smiles, laughs, and cries
Lets go back to the old days when life made sense.
Live like you only have one life,
because in all honestly, it is all we have.
Live life outside the box, inside of the circle, on edge of the triangle.
Let's live life!
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