You’re the same age as I,
So I want to cry,
“It’s not fair!”,
Though I’m aware,
It doesn’t work that way
Despite what people say,
About fate or destiny,
What will be will just be,
No fair or unfair, no reason no rhyme,
Only what is, what unfolds through time,
And though we have an affect through our push and our shove,
The real truth we reflect,
Is how much of our world we can cover in love,
In every nuance and shade – with each moment passed,
Ever aware each breath could be our last.

Words, words, glorious words! Give me all of your words!

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