Life isn’t what everyone says it’s like. I’d like to think it’s something unique, but well it’s not. It’s something that comes along to everyone. We don’t have a say in the matter. We live, we live and we die. There’s nothing much else to it. I mean, if there were? Wouldn’t you think we could explain why everything works the way it does? Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. But we don’t get to have that choice in life. It’s a damning thing to make us worry over everything and nothing at all. But that’s life in a nutshell isn’t it? Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.
There are things in this crazy life
when nothing else is known
Some call it water
others it's a stepping stone
Becareful where you sleep
and mindful where you tread
For a morning in the future
you might just end up dead
A wasted day of sleep
is more to the mind at ease
Rest is a forgotten word
amidst all the work
Take a moment to yourself
and recall both good and bad
You never know what it is you'll lose
you'll never know what you had
when nothing else is known
Some call it water
others it's a stepping stone
Becareful where you sleep
and mindful where you tread
For a morning in the future
you might just end up dead
A wasted day of sleep
is more to the mind at ease
Rest is a forgotten word
amidst all the work
Take a moment to yourself
and recall both good and bad
You never know what it is you'll lose
you'll never know what you had
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