Twirling and twisting,
Turning page by page,
Life’s meaning dances on a shifting stage,
At sixteen, we map every twist, every turn,
In our careful planning, we may let the present burn,
But beneath all the plans, there’s so little to learn,
Life’s not a book of gains and of losses,
It’s the whisper of the wind and the weight of the blossoms.
To live in the space between what was and will be,
The joy is in the moments, not blueprints well-meant.
To live is to experience,
To feel the warmth of the sun on your face,
To wander through cities and savour each place,
In the laughter of strangers and stories we share,
We uncover the beauty of different lives laid bare.
Emotions run deep, like rivers they flow,
From joy to heartache,
Each moment a treasure, each feeling a gift,
In the chaos of living we find comfort,
So don’t rush through life, let your gaze linger long,
For the train of existence speeds quickly along,
It doesn’t wait for applause; if you don’t pause to wonder,
To breathe and to see, you may miss the moments,
That make life worth living,
If you blink, it’s gone,
Just a flash in the night,
So look around you and soak in the light,
For the meaning of life is found in the now.
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