We define the beginning
the day we are born,

Thrown into a world so
full of love,

So full of scorn.

Some will prosper in leisure,
Some will thrive in pain.

Others become victors,
Others become shame.

Life might be lucid; similar
to the rush of a shallow creek.

Or

Quick...

Rough...

Bleak.

It could drag on forever
til death, a shoul, it craves.

Maybe it will begin as a treasure.
Losing value day by day.
Until it resembles garbage.
And is hastily thrown away.

We will value life.
We will value death.

We will have rich memories.
We will have hallow regrets.

Some of us will die,
while the rest of us will live.

Hearts will havest hate for those
whom they despise,

Hearts will harvest love for whom
they can forgive.

Many will pass solemly, to heaven they will
soar.

Sadly yet...

Many will pass violently
as death drags them to hell's door.

A few will resent this life...




A few will embrace each day...





The rest of us will live...



With not much mind to pay.
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