What is an individual's existence,
But a glorified system of assistance?
You help others; you help yourself
You try to contribute the best to everyone's life wealth.
Some days you're black; some days you're white;
Others you ponder the range of right.
Then as the days pass you realize more and more fast
That you control the day and you control the night
As long as you keep your eyes open to the sight.
Make the best of each situation;
No matter the degradation.
Open your heart to the Universe,
And your soul will Converse.
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