The Illusion of Life


From the rise of the morning sun
To the rise of the night,
We wait for the fun
As we think might.

But we learn of things
That we will need,
For what we will think
For what we have to believe.

We all have plans
We all have goals,
Maybe we can
But maybe we'll fall.

So don't look down on them
Don't take us too light,
Some of us struggle again and again
But we all continue to fight.

From the rise of the morning sun
To the rise of the night,
Most hide in the open
But some hide behind polite.

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