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nottoday.
Misgivings are the teachers we never listen to.
Todays mistake becomes yesterdays dead dream.
Thoughtless fools surround the mote drowning like rats stuck in the bucket of bad choices
Justify the means, when in fact the means have no meaning.
Self destruction in an academics leather bag packed with carpe diem flying off the ropeswing into the pool of chance
Jump.
What a view.
Knees like rubber.
Alive
How did i get here
Stopped in a seawall of traffic
Actors with no script choosing all the right lines
Cool air, wind
Birds fly north
Theres rhythm in those thuds
Sweating from the clasp
Turn around
Feet to the ground
1 step then another
Home safe again.
Todays mistake becomes yesterdays dead dream.
Thoughtless fools surround the mote drowning like rats stuck in the bucket of bad choices
Justify the means, when in fact the means have no meaning.
Self destruction in an academics leather bag packed with carpe diem flying off the ropeswing into the pool of chance
Jump.
What a view.
Knees like rubber.
Alive
How did i get here
Stopped in a seawall of traffic
Actors with no script choosing all the right lines
Cool air, wind
Birds fly north
Theres rhythm in those thuds
Sweating from the clasp
Turn around
Feet to the ground
1 step then another
Home safe again.
Published 3rd Jul 2016
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