Life has kicked you hard.
Right in the gut where it is soft.
Life has shown you candies,
all the way. Only to take it away.
One by one, it has dispatched,
The good ones.
While with quiet precision,
It has snuck in the bad ones.
Without your express consent,
It has given you a name.
A family, a religion and
A life.
Were you not meant to rise?
Were you not given a life,
To live?
Were you not aware,
That life is hard?
Actually, I wasn’t, were you?
If the good ones had stuck,
They would have told me.
The bad ones only tell,
Relax bro.
So who is left? Where are the
Good ones? If there are,
Any?
Where do you look?
First, think. Life kicked
You.
Not anybody else, but you.
Why?
Did you want life to kick,
Somebody else?
Don’t you really wish,
Life kicked nobody else?
Just like it kicked, the
good, and not the bad,
Life has kicked you,
My good one.
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