Are all years the same, following the same sequence according to the seasons, the rise and fall of the sun, then the night comes, so many spirits, are they rejoicing, peace and death, maybe it was a wonderful thing, or the fire burning in our hearts, buy a ticket for the roller-coaster, get a room at the Hotel California, why do we do it, so much love and life, monks set on fire, humanity’s plight, the rebellion of children, why fight against the heavens, live, laugh, love, all is his, and I''d be jealous of my own shadow, so much food to eat, I shake my head, I’d rather not partake, but under the moonlight, poets dance the same, seeds are scattered, children grow, the branch extends, and bears a fruit, so much energy, as the river flows, all that’s his, passes through the world, a pinch of salt, a hint of innocence, when the fruit is on his lips, you almost wish to bow, and thank the heavens…This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it