You have a dream

for something more

a life more compelling

with more open doors

but you weren't given that life

you've only got the one you get

you don't get to chose

you just have to accept

it could be a lot worse

or so you are told

you could be some place

without any doors at all

without any affection

or any food

you can't complain then

no time to brood

so just take a minute 

to be glad you're alive

that you don't think you're living

when you actually thrive

And just be grateful 

for the things you hold dear 

because you won't take them for granted

when they're suddenly not here

The End

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