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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