Chasing umpteen dreams, wanting to believe
That happiness lies in fortune, the great fillip
Living life on the edge, giving health a skip
And as years add to your weary life
You question your meaningless strife
You realize, “I live as long as I breathe,
Soon I shall be covered with wreath!
Soon I shall be covered with wreath!
No memories, no moments, only painful glances
Of life’s purposeless acts and wasted chances!”
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