Life's many Challenges
Do you wake each morn
of such devoured regret ?
you wake up in this dream
a dark haze of mourn and debt.
I can't derail of such weight,
it's powerful touch so scorn;
it's vivid vision tough to slate;
It beats on me at an impropable rate.
Answer me this ?
do you got dreams ?
do you got passion ?
life is an instinct
in direy fashion.
Very Improbable it is,
Living thou dream
it comes quite apparently
with no forth effort to seem.
Take a gasp of breathe,
for ever you will see
life was meant a challenge
A challenge for you and me.
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