You can go through life,
Always, trying to have the most toys,
You can compare your friends,
How many girls and boys,
When you eat a sandwich,
You know if it's meat or soy,
In the end,
It does not matter anyway.
You might wake up, in the morning,
Thinking it's a beautiful day,
You may just be lazy,
Stay in your bed, and lay,
You may not talk to anyone,
You have nothing on you mind to say,
In the end,
It does not matter anyway.
What is life really about,
Mixing us in,
With good and Bad days,
The times we feel so happy,
Often forgetting, when we were sad,
It's A mixture of all our experiences,
We ever had.
We all have fantasies,
Dreams, and some goals,
Often we get confused,
Forgetting about, or inner soul,
One purpose in everyone's life,
Is to make our spirit whole,
When this life end's,
That is what will carry us away.
Tom Maxwell copyright 2/26/2006 A D
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