Borrowed For a Time

(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)

This life is not my own
I see the forest through my eyes
I feel the breeze on my skin
But this life is not my own
I feel the pain of loss
I cry when the hurt is close
But this life is not my own
I smell the flowers that children bring
I hear the wonder of a child's laughter
But this life is not my own
The world is mine for the taking
Creation is all around
This life is borrowed for a time
This life is not my own.

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