Everything goes so fast
That there's no time to grieve the past
There's so much I can see with my sight
But not all of it will come to light
There's times that everyone says it might
But then there's others who tell me to give up the fight
It's a school of wondrous places
And a time to see familiar faces
But things are never fully unscathed
As there's always someone who misbehaved
And the tachyons of emotion rise by
Faster then photons, they fly into the sky
They don't make it easy, it's hard to catch up
So that's why, it sounds so easy for others, to be helpless like a little pup
But I don't like having feelings of resignation.
Especially when I had something in mind; a designation
Everything going on is always so complicated
And it's like everyone expects certain things to autonomously become compensated
Sure certain projectiles shoot faster than you know
But what's an arrow, without a bow?
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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
PoetryLife. Life is complex. Life hurts. Life loves. Sometimes you love life. Sometimes you hate it. Sometimes you just want to give it all up. Sometimes you just want to stay in a place, forever. Sometimes it's never. Sometimes it's always. Sometimes you...
