Life..
She's a great mystery
Like a girl on the pull on a Friday night
Granting glimpses of paradise
But then walking away without so much as a toss of the hair.
Putting you through the pain
Of being sawed into two
But occassionally pulling bunny rabbits out of hats.
Putting something within your reach
Shining like the first evening star
But never keeping it near enough for you to grasp.
I'll say it again... Life - she's a great mystery
And a great jester at that.
You could try to beat her
At her own game
But when it's done, you'll never really know who the victor was.
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