Living

Living is a light, shining like the stars

Living is finally finding out who you are

Living can hurt, living is pain

But in return, living gives you much to gain

We live in a world where living is an art

Living is higher than the highest mark

We live here, in the world unknown

The world that we recognize as our home

Is this truly our home,

or there a light for us to find?

I'm sure you'll find out,

when it comes your time...

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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