These days life may seem a bit
Like an art project gone bad:
We create, and life erases;
We try to make something, redeem what’s left,
And life erases that, as well, until,
No matter how hard we stare,
How close or far away we stand,
It’s hard to see the beauty of what remains.
Live anyway. Love anyway.
And trust that somehow it will all come together...
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