Patience
I have often been told that patience is a virtue.
And that's great and all but, what's the point of patience
when there exsist something such as instant gratification,
When there are moments that fill you with oceans of emotion
And leave you lost in the motions of life?
I mean sure--virtue is nice, but what the point of life
if you're only living to survive and not to be alive?
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