Real living is made up of moments,
that takes our breath away.
Real love is made up of feelings,
that makes us happy and gay.
Real people we try to find,
but we miss them all the way.
Real things are hard to find,
and yet we look for them anyway.
And this is what life is made up,
wether you stray or you want to stay.
We are all players, and winning is the
only way. So just take it easy,with the
way you want to play, cuz one of these
days you might end up a loony,staring
at the milky way.