Life isn't a dream
because a beginning always has an ending

Though it seems
it's made by the soul of human emotions

it couldn't be our deepest thought
because reality wouldn't permit it
Still, it wanders carelessly
through it's own forbidden fruit

Life could depend on chance
though often it blames fate
Every road has it's price
because there is no guarantee

Live with no regrets
not reckless to one's heart
Love to heart's content
for when time is gone... we part

Maryjane Diaz Munguia

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