By Ingrid Treka, Contributor
Some call me crazy
And others call me too much
Frankly, I gave up trying to decipher what I was a long time ago
My only interests became the doing
Where there was ice, I saw skates
Where there was fire, I saw bonds,
Beings made
A world where there could be opportunities,
Where your life would die off, but your lives could be infinite
I guess I’d never understood why we don’t live when we have the chance
Of course there are needs to be met
Standards to uphold,
But we can’t just forget about all of these things until we’re old
We must cease the opportunity
Be the bold font when there is none
Make a life that’s worth living
Before our time is done.
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