This is where I come to think
I watch the people deep in conversation or in distraught
I think about what if's and need nots
I secretly question them like some sort of over analytical shrink
Do they realize what their making with their lives?
Are they hurting or deep in despise?
They think not of the what if's and why's
only the problems of the day and their strifes
One day you will come to see my friend
Life is not about the strife but about how we choose to walk in our everyday lives
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