Life is like a painting
Some days are slow
Some are fast
Nothing to do
So much to do
Time is relative
So are you
Outside you look
City sky
Colors on colors
Like an inside
Guide
Like a painting
So surreal
Is life but a dream
And to die
Is to live
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