A cloudless day with a soft breeze,
I leaned against a tree, as i reflected upon my memories.
Its crazy as how life passes by,
how we were all born only to die.
No one wants to think this way,
that as the days turn to years we slowly fade.
Yet we thrive for something new,
Searching for a meaning in everything we do.
I wish i knew what was right,
Or weather i was making a difference in someones life.
But all I can do is my best,
Till its my turn for eternal rest.
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