The thought of the future,
Is the thought that scares me.
The thought of the past
Makes me want to dwell in history.
And the present, what is the present?
People compare it to a present,
A specially wrapped up gift to us.
Some say that the present
Is the place we learn to
Forget resentment
And the distasteful past.
But the present is the today
I forget the value of.
The present is not a present,
The present is an unpleasent
Peasant.
We continually choose to
Love life because
We tend to want to get through life
But never to live and love with strife.
Life is a distant friend
We once loved and appreciated.
Life was that caring friend
That provided love
and warm blankets.
But now life is the venue of hatred
You build for yourself and everything
Around you.
What is the meaning of life anymore?
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