A leaf on the ground,
a cloud in the sky...
In this quiet corner,
I sit and wonder what it would be like...
The past is the past, and I will not look back.
I refuse to look back on the things that I am...
Cars dashing back and forth
Passing only me and you...
I live in a home
Where commuters...
Window sill of my life ahead
Drawn upon black parchment...
That feeling at the end of the day,
When I take my socks off...
Unpeel all the layers of my incomplete soul,
And expose my weak embryonic identity...
Children that consider themselves
Prepared on grasping maturity...
I once started to run,
then realized I was running in circles...
60 seconds, a minute gone
60 minutes, an hour gone...
This is kinda like a song I wrote late last night.
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