I'm getting older
The living room seems smaller
And the road gets broader and shorter
Rapid ticking of the clock
Echoes through the memory
Right when it was slower
Now, I'm learning how to catch up
Unrealistic realities
Leaping towards the afterlife
Unconsciously conscious
Building and destroying the life I possess
Solving equations if everything does matter or not
Fathoming the fact that there's sixty summers left for us
The future seems foggy and dark
Vast possibilities that might never happen
But one might
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the archives from batch no. 823
Poetrya collection of unsaid thoughts, archived in my mind and now written in words.
