This life

This life is an adventure,

Our choices govern who we are.

What we do what we are becoming,

But you missed it, too content in doing nothing.

This life is a journey,

The world full of joys worth earning.

Its wonders open to those who wish to find,

But you missed it; to pointless interests you were tied.

This life is for living,

To the sloth or misled it’s unforgiving,

You made no choices discontent with who you were,

So you missed life and lost your adventure.

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