Life is life
Big yellow bird sitting on a tree,
bat flying through the misty air,
little homeless puppy and nobody seems to care,
we ask ourselves why life isn't fair,
we were born and raised,
we live in a difficult society these days,
it's like running through a maze in a daze,
some people still stuck in the old ways,
the 21 century mean gay, trans, and people of color are allowed,
it means tablets, phones, and computers,
it means things are changing,
it means we need to live with it,
the sky appears blue to our eyes,
sometimes the truth is buried undenath lies,
you don't have a thousand tries,
and you don't aleways have perfect clear skies,
but you need to live your life to the fullest
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