Every day that we survive, we can’t be sure, why we’re alive.Truths
Every moment, you are you.
You is all that you can do.
Every memory in your brain,
with altered views, is sure to change.
Every atom of your folly,
once dwelled in another’s body.
Every day that we survive,
we can’t be sure, why we’re alive.
Every time you think it’s shite,
some sadness and some pain ignites.
Every thought of better days,
will aid your brain, to clear the haze.
Every jibe that you ignore,
ensures you’re stronger at your core.
Every voice you listen to,
is sure, to bring a change in you.
Every fraction of our globe
will lose the war if hate explodes.
Every creature in our world,
can more than thrive if love unfurls.
Every truth that falls upon us,
could end up as lies, or bollax.
So every time your cards are dealt,
make sure, you’ve shuffled them yourself.
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Adam Millett is a freelance writer for hire with an affinity for dressing up as Spiderman and writing about saving the planet. He likes to climb trees and stare at the stars in his spare time and likes to help businesses tell their sustainability stories while he’s working. Visit his website at wordchameleon.com if you want to tell the world yours.