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Acceptance
The world around me is collapsing
The floors fall through and the ceiling caves in
I am an ant being crushed underfoot
All I know is the constant pressure that pushes at me
From inside I expand and from outside I am compressed
Everything that is and that was is insignificant in this moment
Only the pain of reality keeps me company
I suffer uniquely amongst the masses
Or so I would hope that my pain was my own
In many ways nothing is our own
We are human and the emotions we have are not unique
Love that is won and lost in the same turn
The downfall, depression and insurmountable guilt
That self pitying hatred that consumes us from inside
Joy and laughter, emotions we use liberally amidst all this pain
Everything we are is fabricated by a society
A society that upholds the petty words which fail to describe us
We are all the same and yet we strive so hard to be different
In the little things like the way we look and the way we act
To the big things, Our morality and our achievements
We continually change, adapt to be unique
We are an ends without a mean, a purposeless contradiction
All we are is composed of the contradictions that describe us
From the flower comes death, a cycle of life
A symbiatic relationship that is us
That flower dies and makes way for the grass
The past is forgotten and the future is dreamt
The old die and young thrive
This relationship doesn't end and doesn't care
The memories we make are lost with time
The monuments we erect crumble to dust
The life we live slips away for every second we breath
We are always expiring, slowly dying
We are infinite, Everything we are is renewed
It's nothing we can control and in this way we find solace
The lonely world isn't so lonely when we come together
Coupled in our inability to do anything
We tie our lives to each other, flotsam against the storm
In this way we live day by day, inconsequential moment by moment
Alway striving for something more, something unattainable
The floors fall through and the ceiling caves in
I am an ant being crushed underfoot
All I know is the constant pressure that pushes at me
From inside I expand and from outside I am compressed
Everything that is and that was is insignificant in this moment
Only the pain of reality keeps me company
I suffer uniquely amongst the masses
Or so I would hope that my pain was my own
In many ways nothing is our own
We are human and the emotions we have are not unique
Love that is won and lost in the same turn
The downfall, depression and insurmountable guilt
That self pitying hatred that consumes us from inside
Joy and laughter, emotions we use liberally amidst all this pain
Everything we are is fabricated by a society
A society that upholds the petty words which fail to describe us
We are all the same and yet we strive so hard to be different
In the little things like the way we look and the way we act
To the big things, Our morality and our achievements
We continually change, adapt to be unique
We are an ends without a mean, a purposeless contradiction
All we are is composed of the contradictions that describe us
From the flower comes death, a cycle of life
A symbiatic relationship that is us
That flower dies and makes way for the grass
The past is forgotten and the future is dreamt
The old die and young thrive
This relationship doesn't end and doesn't care
The memories we make are lost with time
The monuments we erect crumble to dust
The life we live slips away for every second we breath
We are always expiring, slowly dying
We are infinite, Everything we are is renewed
It's nothing we can control and in this way we find solace
The lonely world isn't so lonely when we come together
Coupled in our inability to do anything
We tie our lives to each other, flotsam against the storm
In this way we live day by day, inconsequential moment by moment
Alway striving for something more, something unattainable
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