We know that we can't all live in paradise.
To live the life he has would be amazing.Grace in the form, in front of a lawn in front,
our stucco sophisticated.A big mansion, private jet, all the cars in the worldthat you would want.What can't he afford?How can he fit
his family on a mortgage?
How can he live on earth,
and afford the things he can?How can he look like somewhere else?
To be. To be.
Enough failed attempts at Life...
What is the sum of 9 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.