Knowledge of Nothing

May 11, 2016

I don't know what to do with my life

As days slowly pass away.

And time waits for no one,

At least that's what they say.

Endless sands of memory passing through the air

And all I see is blurriness much to my despair.

One thing I'm sure of between me and you.

What's done for your good can be bad for you too.

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