The Great Paradox

Life is so precious

Valuable and still so short

Lost in thousands of rainy days

Just a few moments of happiness

Then it is all gone

Without any joy

Life becomes a grey mass of water

A dirty river

A quarry for time thieves

A dumb and concentration camp

Full of traps and dangers

Without any rewards

Life is so precious and

Still treated as an almost

Worthless commodity

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