I sit here; I think and wonder to myself How could life be so precious, so easy yet so difficult In these hard times we must cope With reality of ones being
Struggles are forsaken, and not taken with ease For flusters of anguish follow We cannot let the best of us get to our dark side We must be calm and enjoy what is given to us Look around and see what you have It is more then you think The air you breathe The sights you see The people you touch Who touch you Without them who would you be?   - Ones being