How about...

Life as poetry - for some that means dream
But what if "the dream" is what that may seem
And what if life was meant as a gift
A conscious vacation, a spontaneous shift...
Life as poetry.... how sweet would that be
Love, light and laughter all we could see
Sometimes a tear for the loss of one dear
Life would be precious yet nothing to fear
Knowing to be One yet seeming manifold
Acting like One for the work untold
Prediction would fail as to where this would lead
Destiny would end as would race, caste and creed
Life as poetry... without beginning or end
For terrestrials fiction, for others the trend

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