Why has life become such a blunder,
A blurr,
A mystery,
A mistake of true identity,
the grounds of available serenity.
Days shorter,
nights longer,
I lay there and ponder.
Looking back on my life of yonder.
What I see,
No mystery,
only history,
No regrets I concur,
just a life I choose and continue to live
to the fullest of each day,
the life only I can give to me...
©robecca
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