Time to move with the rhythm bound
Never stop, even though a second
Whatever we are, he never cares
Remaining time and the less
We run with the free movement
In a way that is not flat
Something to fill the living
Something forward to the next generation
There are always obstacles to be overcome
There is always the luck to enjoy
Sometimes hard, sometimes easy
Sometimes dark, sometimes light
In this way we just drop
In the way we think and do
In this way we continue scrolling
In this way towards our final
Life is full of mystery
Or we are not clever analyze
And we never want to understand
About the meaning of life
Tested enjoyment, is considered lucky
Tested distress, are considered unfair
If other people difficult, we are so proud
If other people happy, we are so jealous





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