One day its “hit” the next moment, it’s a distinct “miss”;
That’s just life.
And yet it never makes me think twice,
Because while sometimes it’s horrible,
I’m always going to gravitate to the blessing that simply living is.
I wake, I sleep, I eat, I think, I take, and I most certainly give,
I laugh, I cry, to certain things I die, because that’s what living is.
As for the meaning of real:
I choose to try, to fight, to fly, if that means gaining each possession my hands will hold
Whether destiny, crap, misery, anger, optimism, or strife
I choose really and maturely to embrace them all, because to me
That’s real life…