Thoughts

May 24, 2014

All I feel is the beating of two hearts through my chest

Much like the metronome in one mans step...

My mind crafts words, and blood flows through it and my veins

A mans whole life missions not to become rich

But to just live his whole life in vain

Wishing for things he had not and for chances he took not

His life is just one big ball tied up and put into one knot

Noon time comes and his life's work is done

Midnight has come and upon his pillow his heads stuck like dried up gum

Things are great not due to their extent at which they are beneficial

But rather their importance to society and the artist value of his or her work...

Hold up I can't do this for it seems like switching minds is my whole life's work...

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