Been sitting quieter more often.
Been daydreaming frequently.
I don’t know if it’s lies to you.
But I am sure it’s truth to me.
Been calculating less.
Focusing on what’s in front of me.
The present is not just a tense.
Concluded that’s it the only reality.
Now I have been listening to those songs.
The ones I haven’t visited for way too long.
And I have been humming the tunes.
Of old forgotten tragedies.
Does it always happen to all of us?
Ergo, it’s destined to be.
If it happens to all of us,
Then it must be real.
Let’s make it real.
It’s funny, truly, for me.
To unlock those types of memories.
I tried to command them to appear.
So, I grow up and heal,
And my problems disappear.
But when the spell was cast nothing arrived.
It was a sit-on-it kind of ritual.
Cast and forget it.
And now that I have said it.
I am being haunted.
And I am glad I caught it.
That it wasn’t mistaken as a setback.
It’s getting clearer now.
But I don’t truly care.
If it all goes away one day.
Because sooner or later it will.
For all essence.
Change is our nature.
All things have to move or they cease to exist.
It’s all arbitrary.
In the best calculated way.
It’s getting clearer now.
And I don’t want to waste that.
I should be working more.
To try and define it.
Cause knowledge and wisdom can be great.
Never without understanding.
I should be speaking less.
So, I can actually absorb it.
And if it\'s all a test.
I won\'t care if I make it.