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What a wonderful Life
What a wonderful life it surely must be,
to know everything lies between A and Z.
To be so jaded, so sated with living,
it’s a bore, a chore, a trial simply breathing.
You’ll not to be bothered with the joy of surprise,
the pain of a heartache, with your passion’s rise.
To understand in advance every nuance, each inflection,
to know exactly how every line, lies in your reflection.
What contentment you must know with all your levels in balance,
a mind uncluttered, clear of all you deem useless, no allowance.
Have you experienced love to the point of not caring?
Jealousy and rage become too irksome or wearing?
Or perhaps it is simply that you have seen too much,
your hearts become hard, your soul untouched.
Maybe you never knew how to feel these things,
imagine being born with no burdens to bring.
At the table of life, you have feasted your fill,
Nothing left to prove, to crave, to desire, to thrill.
However, such a happy life, I guess, is not for me.
I like not knowing what today might be.
I’ll look for my surprises; eyes wide open, waiting.
I’ll keep my heart unhardened, my soul unforsaking.
All those little joys, so fleeting, so rare,
you deemed unworthy, I’ll watch for with care.
Your life you think happy, everything neat and in place,
I’ll take the mess dear, more potential, less commonplace.
