Life At It's BEST
Taking it's own sweet time;
Dirty and blood-red in the hot afternoon sun;
Moving along, waiting for no one.
Seeing the same faces every day;
Taking the same people their own way.
All together on the long road of life;
Trudging along, going somewhere;
Breathing the same old polluted air.
Extracting it's own worth from everybody;
Egging them on, dirty and muddy.
Talking 'bout the price we all pay;
Taking it's toll from each and every one;
Punishing cheaters using it's own gun.
Cheating life, being shrewd they thought;
Works until maybe one day you get caught.
People come and people go but the road goes on;
Each to his own destination;
Some get off soon and some go on.
Hours of boredom, waiting, seeing life go by;
Contemplating, dreaming, watching how time does fly.
All through it - happenings - shaping your philosophy;
And on the road, many people passing by you see;
Friends of yours, lovers maybe, maybe even family.
Finally you reach the place where you think you want to be;
Maybe not by choice, maybe by destiny.
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