This fucking bullshit is ridiculous to me
And can't you see
How this may be
A misunderstanding?
From where you are
And what you were
I don't know how you could be
So discourteous
And perturbeous
And generally unchill.
I wish you could stand where I am standing
And see what I am seeing
And feel what I am feeling.
I wish you could take the time
Out of your busy, busy life
And stop to smell the proverbial roses.
Look at life in a whole new light
A joyous delight
In each and every day;
Where the sun is shining
The breeze is blowing
The birds are singing.
A life
And year
And month
And day
And hour
You never will live again.
Stop and find that moment
That singular time
Where happiness halts your steps
And the wonderment
Of the beauty around you
Creates awe.
Stop
Look
Listen
Find life around and outside yourself.
Seek
What is sought will be found
And what is found, man
It will change your life.
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