Everything goes so fast
That there's no time to grieve the pastThere's so much I can see with my sight
But not all of it will come to lightThere's times that everyone says it might
But then there's others who tell me to give up the fightIt's a school of wondrous places
And a time to see familiar facesBut things are never fully unscathed
As there's always someone who misbehavedAnd the tachyons of emotion rise by
Faster then photons, they fly into the skyThey 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 pupBut I don't like having feelings of resignation.
Especially when I had something in mind; a designationEverything going on is always so complicated
And it's like everyone expects certain things to autonomously become compensatedSure 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...