Lucky Ones
Lucky Ones
We are the lucky ones
The ones that cry, laugh, and talk a ton.
The ones that breath and can take a walk
But yet we mock.
We are not the last
To forget the past.
But If the past is forgotten
Then the future will be rotten.
We can’t change the past but the future can be predicted
We can teach ourselves and the future, but we still will contradict.
We’re not like the others
We are astonishing as colors.
We are the smart ones
So why not be the lucky ones.
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