A random chance
A short-lived dance
Set in a non-linear line
All worried about wasting time
It is not a race
Regardless, time will chase
Until each one is knocked over
Even those who have found a four-leaf clover
All of these bowling pins
Each with different sins
They may not all fall
But they'll still feel so small
It's only a matter of time when
They will all be reset and the cycle starts again
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nicely done
I’m glad you liked it!
Yes, life is like a bowling pin.
You'll get knocked down, get back up, and if you're really lucky you'll get a strike.
Though don't drop the ball on your foot, it bloody hurts.
I love this interpretation:)
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