Another book back on the shelf
a story yet unread
but study hard, I did and wrote
an essay from my head
I don't have time for all the things
I know I ought to do
Nor have I time for hopes and dreams
except those brought by you
My life may not be perfect
I may not be pristine
but I have love and that's enough
to keep life loving me
I've traveled far
and seen a lot
and I know in my heart
that living
really living
living is enough
I want to read
I want to write
but if I can't,
I'll take life
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