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May 2017
We live in such a material age.
Where people get excluded because of the pieces of cloth they wear
Where peoples’ state of living relies on little rectangular pieces of paper
The bigger the number the better they fare

Where these tiny little numbers on a scale that people care about so much
Change the reflection that appears in the mirror
And the way that other people see them
Even though personality is so much dearer

And everyone’s obsessed
With everyone else’s’ lives
To distract them from their own problems
Even though when you return they stab you like knives

And if you really think
Wonder, ponder and contemplate
You realise this won’t matter when you die
You’ll have a clean slate

It won’t matter what car you drove
Or the clothes and people and places you adorned yourself with
So why worry now while you have a life to live?!
The promise you’ll make to yourself will appear herewith;

You’ll run and jump and touch the sky
Stare at the stars as the cars go by
And love and laugh until you cry
Live until the day you die
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