Originally Written On: March 20th, 2016
Life is a game,
All about fame.
Changes with time,
Worth every dime.
Take hold of it,
Not some melancholy bait.
It bears fruit fresh,
And a happiness mesh.
You can sing and shout,
Whether you're tall or stout.
No one can say,
Anything about your way.
You're the ruler,
Successor and Predecessor.
When the tables turn,
You become a guesser.
Life still pushes you on,
Might even bring you face to face with the don!
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
Poetryempyrean/ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire. | Collection Of Poems| Let me write you a beautiful picture; Take you high, Take you low. Show you what word...
