Empty words of idle minds.
Each day that starts begins in kind.
Everyone is bored but none will say
Not one rises to greet the day.
Hard to imagine yet easy to see
The place where we are and where we should be.
Temptations of life, the lure of fate.
The want of knowing which paths to take.
Life saps us all and then we die.
Why not rejoice or at least try
Something new and something bold.
Break the mundane which makes us old.
Copyright © 2005 Susan Lewellen
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