It seems like we're never done
but life can be a short run
One day we're here
the next we might disappear
Nevertheless we're always reaching
and life is always teaching

I remember back
twelve months to December
back twenty years I would
not like to remember
I tried to act dignified
but one day I almost died
Surviving was the only
thing that applied

I survived to make this long run
but reflecting back
my life almost made a short one
Life is short when we're enjoying
Very long if it is annoying
Eitherway there is no pleasure in
unnecessary destroying
but the devil be toying

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