The thing about life,
Is that it's somewhat like mice,
Sometimes it's nice,
Sometimes it's a knife.

We have our ups and our downs,
Our smiles and our frowns,
Sometimes we wear crowns,
Sometimes we are clowns.

No one can truly tweet,
About a life perfectly sweet,
Sometimes it's bittersweet,
Sometimes we're totally beat.

Life is really messy too,
It affects me as it does to you,
Sometimes we don't know what to do,
Sometimes we do not know what's true.

The fact about life?
It can be as cold as ice,
But if we try to strive,
Then surely we'll thrive.

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