Existhantial log 170124
Are we too old to be capable
Of mental strains we once knew as youths
Of giving up, snuffing the lights with sad songs
Feel as pointless as our lives are in its most
Are we focused too much on what's in front of us
Slaves of what we desperately believe should be ahead
Tired of these aching, self-strained shoulders
And the cruel future I see as a broken reflection of health
Have you ever felt like you've been trying
To be too many things all at once
That being and becoming anything less than who you want to be
Is a betrayal to who you are?
Am I so pett ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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