Youth is precious.
Youth forever will be and shall stay a limited time in the world.
We are born, and we die.
The cycle of life often leaves us cynical.
Fearing our own demise.
Not always will it be so.
As a soul, we wonder, and then we ponder the millions of choices we have.
A choice we make leads to another.
One after another, we can't stop making them.
Often, the choices are overwhelming.
To many to decide so we become indecisive.
There are two choices we are not allowed to make.
Our conception and our demise.
We chose what goes to whom.
Whom goes to what.
So a path may be predicted.
Our lives are ours.
Even if we become addicted.
We slowly fade away in mere hours.
Live the life you think you should.
As once we leave this world good or bad no one will truly know.
Even if we leave behind a word saying our intentions pure.
For life before death has no cure.
©️ 2024
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《 Chaotic Poetry 》
PoetryIn this book, you will find simple or complex poems. some long and some short. It will simply be a release of tension or just a good time to write. The choice is yours and yours alone. Enjoy the book or find it a home.
