Our Story
You never do know
What this story might tell
Until it is too late
And backtracking, oh well
Stuff happens
And life passes by
Not in a very nice way
Not a nice way at all
We all have to live
With the decisions we have made
No matter the consequences
We were meant to be this way
A story in which
Is never fully told
Due to the fact
That none of us even know
This is our lives
It should be our decisions
But it is not
For they are already written
The only thing to change
Is how we live our lives
With those words already written
On that paper up in the sky
Although we can not change
What is yet to come
The only thing to do
Is to look up above
Yes the world is unfair
But we all have to deal
Because this is what we've got
So live with it or skip rocks
Life is a metaphor
Not using like or as
But a constant comparison
To things and people we can never have
This life is not fair
But in the end we are all the same
Stuck on this planet
All alone, with our shame
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing to live for
But our departure one day
What happens after that
That story is not told
For it isn’t even written down
Because that is our story
Untold
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