18 Weeks
It’s time to move on says everyone.
But I can’t quite figure out how.
It’s scary.
I don’t know anything.
I’m lost.
What really is life?
Are we really living our lives?
A trial and error process?
But if so
won’t the hypothesis never be proven right?
We will all be with you
one day.
some day.
But we are blind men
being led by God.
All we have is trust.
Live says everyone.
But I can’t quite figure out how.
Society is a teacher discipling us for getting out of line.
Is life worth living if we aren’t really living?
Maybe you got the easy way out.
Life is backwards.
Everything is fought.
The roughness hurts
it builds and it escalades.
More and more steps are added every day.
You lucky girl
you beat us to the top.
Don’t worry,
I’ll meet you there
one day.
some day.
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