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The World is Made of Blocks
The people, the places around me
They're oblivious; only I can see
that the world isn't built up perfectly
and there's room for adjustments
They stay, still, living their lie
Born to be, born to die
never questioning why
Programmed like a machine
Don't find out too late,
The world isn't fixed, you can create
anything you wish, there's no fate
so be whatever you desire
Living life is boring, it's true
but working isn't all to do
Making life great is up to you
Otherwise, what's the point
There's been people who refuse
when they hear the news
The world isn't set to use
It's yours to build, it's yours to play
I broke from the mold,
This world is old
But is out of gold
Make treasures from your life
I remember, standing in awe
watching someone write or draw
Art, creation, it's then I saw
That the world is made of blocks.
It's time to play.
That the world is made of blocks.
It's time to play.
Thanks for reading my poem! I really enjoy writing short little works like this! The purpose of The World is Made of Blocks is to show that life isn't set in stone, everything is up to you, just like in Minecraft! So leave your mark on this world. Thanks again for reading!
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