Riches as Tall as the Skies


What is a river without a trout
What is life all about

Is it a blank white paper
Or endless fun with no eraser

I personally believe in the latter
For the first option just makes me sadder

First, a river without trout
That's what rivers are all about

And second, the blank white paper
The emptiness leaves room for a hater

So don't stress out, keep your eyes on the prize
For if you do, you'll have riches as tall as the skies

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