So i sit with the books open at 12:30 in the night.
Quite unable to really bring the subject to light
Cuz comprehension seems to be an inaccessible girl.
And distractions more than jus abound in my world.
And my phone jumps up, glowing on the bed.
And a message shows what a friend has jus said.
Isn't happiness most important in life?
Is givin it up really worth this strife?
I ponder a moment and send a reply
That seems to claim something very high.
But in my mind, i can't even deny,
This is misery, n my text a lie.
So i convince me, its yin and yang,
Live some more and you'll get a hang.
Of how life goes,
some friends some foes,
thorns enshroud a pretty rose.
there is good n there is bad,
there's happy n jus sad,
so don't be mad.
Cuz the glass is half full if its half empty.
Living, inspite of all remains tempting.
And at the end there is always death.
The wiping clean of the slate,
where you finally escape your fate,
your misery, but also leave your love, your family to weep.
After all, the glass is half empty if its half full.
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