Some Fine Words

Existence is but a string of desires

The jewel in that crown is not to expire

Wants are fleeting wishes, some out of grasp, some not

The mind is a parking lot, some vacant, some packed

Life is a hat and I wear it every which way it fits

We are the magic, that oughta do the trick

 

 

 

 

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