Often found ourself under pressure
When things become unsure
Spending to much on pleasures
That makes us lose our treasures
Too busy that we've forgotten
Time that we've been loosen
Too blind to see the worst from better
And the ones that really matter
Pleasure will be our prison
That lead us to confusion
Till we find ourselves alone
Regretting things on our own
Our life is our greatest treasure.
Treasure that we need to ensure.
It's the cross that we have to indure.
Till we reach upon the shore.
AimeeD
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PoetryPoetry, literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
