Ideas that come to us each day,

Seem so real, but never stay;

Sing their siren song of being,

Live awhile, but end up fleeing.

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Some are low and others high,

There is no point in asking why;

You go on, while all else stays,

All that starts or stops with days.

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Live you life one day at a time,

Know its fullness and hear its rhyme;

To say, not the way; to do, not for you,

Accept what you are, forget about who.

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You are what you are, can never be less,

Are not to be measured by better or best;

Know no beginning, can never have end,

In truth are a Spirit, not subject to when.