Take it one, one day at a time
But be careful, don’t waste; all of your time
Count the minutes, also count the hours
It isn’t their life, our life is ours.
For that reason, remains the question
Why do we even need, their stimulation?
It could help us grow, sometimes
But is it really worth more than a dime?
Maybe a quarter,
No peace, no love,
There is no order,
Please don’t try, call me a brother.
Trust blindly, and be very sober
Although you might find , only your mother.
Until you get to meet another
Person, worthy to get all your time
All your attention.
But you have to wait, just make the line
A person you could trust without any need to sign
Trust has eyes or is it blind?
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