Paint Your Life

Believing life owes you a penny

An unfair world you say

To be born out of luck

Tailing all your life

Losing control of your path

And worst, calling it fate

Because it makes you feel good


Thinking it’s a world of limited resources

Don’t you know?

One is all and all is one

What is lost is never really lost

But returns to us in one or many ways

For where was death comes life

That one would make three


The world owes you nothing

You paint your life on its canvas

Choosing what story to tell

With every stroke of your brush

That when you die

Your art either hangs on the hall of fame

Or torn from its frames

That they would be used again

To paint another life


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