Rejoice while you can,
As the happy days are really rare.
A mundane routine that we all have,
As it seems that a life is no longer there.
Things you think relaxes you?
It becomes a cycle too in the end.
Searching high and low for the motivation in life,
But it just seems too hard to find.
Day after day it just goes by,
And half my poly life has flew by.
In 2 years time,
Comes with the blink of an eye.
The army days have arrived.
Pull ups,Sit ups,Running till you die,
Haiz,accept it,this is army life.
The length of this poem seems just nice,
This will be my life,from now till that time.
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