I hate this,
this,
Everything
My words came out better once,
When I was younger,
My body moved better once,
I am older
How did I fall behind?
The world never became interesting,
In fact,
I lost my intensity as the world grew more lame
My creativity is subsiding,
I barely see potential
And for what?
I lost myself,
Without a gain
I am submerged in mediocrity,
And it's myself
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
I hate this,
this,
Everything
My words came out better once,
When I was younger,
My body moved better once,
I am older
How did I fall behind?
The world never became interesting,
In fact,
I lost my intensity as the world grew more lame
My creativity is subsiding,
I barely see potential
And for what?
I lost myself,
Without a gain
I am submerged in mediocrity,
And it's myself
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