If I'm always looking towards the past,
And as I stare into the setting sun,
I realize all I've done,
Life is too short not to live larger than life,
And only look at the world's strife,
But see the good that's in everything,
The paintings we paint, the songs we sing.
The people we meet who change our lives,
All those meaningful-at-the-time high-fives,
The food we eat, the air we breathe,
Even when our hearts are on our sleeve.
Now run as fast as you can, jump off the ledge,
And don't stop running until you reach the edge.
Guys, I just like rhyming. These are not my best poem skills either. Okay, catch you later.
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