Life 5

She treats life like a question,
When the truth is
There is no perfect answer

Unhappiness will always be
A part of her,
Unable to find
What she searches for

He treats life like a game,
When there is no real winner,
Since our fates are all the same
As the game comes to an end

He will never be content,
When his goal is unattainable,
Like a dog chasing his tail
Distracted from the world

They treat life like it will end,
Unable to live in the present,
Constantly preparing for the future,
Treating life like a chore.

Unable to enjoy the view,
When every time they look
At the sky,
They anticipate the storm

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