Day after day
I pass the hours
The minuets tick away
Who knows what life is
Who knows what the purpose is.
We walk around
Ranting and raving
Do this
Do that
But do we ever take a moment
To stop
To look around?
We go around
Complaining
Never seeing the beauty
That life has to offer.
Theres no time
Thers no place
Well I've stopped
And Iv'e seen.

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