Life.
It’s something rare,
Something precious,
Something you should treasure.
All above others.
It’s something you should treasure,
As if it were worth more,
Than all the gold,
In the world.

But it’s not always easy,
To look through the ruse,
Deep deep down,
Until you hit,
The true form of life,
In it’s original,
Sacred form.

A ruse of failure,
Mixed with success,
A little bit of joy,
A little bit of misery,
Coated in love,
And hate altogether.
Life in its divine form,
Hidden from view.

It’s like a banana.
You have to peel away,
The skin of protection,
In order to find,
And cherish the true value.

But like everything,
Life is limited,
It’s up to us,
To choose what we lose,
And choose what we enjoy.

Time is ticking,
You have to make,
A choice very fast,
And choose how you want,
To live your life.

When you make,
The right choice for you,
You will find,
You have one life,
And that’s the life
You want to live,
And that’s the life,
That’s perfect for you.

Life.
It’s something rare,
It’s something precious,
It’s something limited,
Something you should treasure,
All above others.

But its true value,
Will only shine,
When you peel away,
The ruse of the life of thine.