so early, the day is young, even so I have already lost.
a last drop of rain or a single stroke on a page, wasted.
should you have written all over it or drank it you might have found more satisfaction;
instead I just keep turning the pages. I must know.
though I'm begged by the common reality to continue on this illusionary path of stability.
I must let time pass through me instead of trying to pass through time.
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swedish (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I like to say capitalism breeds efficiency, and often a full speed ahead approach. so slow down and slow down some more. enjoy the nice thing, stop and smell the roses... all of them. because time will pass whether you're running at it or not. i also have to change school campuses, this was kind of fueled by that since I just found out an hour ago...?! FUN... the search starts tomorrow.
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