Sunday, June 29, 2014

humans, part 6.0

We are all amusing ourselves
And running scared from everything
It seems Time is what you fear most
Yet there is more of it than anything
With all this time to waste
And all these photo opportunities,
You plan to do it all in the final years that may never come
Not to sound morbid but real
Death is a part of life as much as life is
The best years are all the years not spent crying
Maybe not succeeding but trying
To stay on top, at least the top of the bottom
Those old memories wear out like shoes
And I am sure you heard the news
Nobody cares for a recluse
These humans are a social lot
It's hard to know exactly what they understand
exactly what is in that head of theirs

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