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Life is balanced in every way Each aspect makes sense and aligns, Yet some anomalies slip into life, Manifesting themselves into mine Like how my emotions can become a roaring blaze, Every thought becoming tinder for the fire Yet some days my mind is a perpetual flatline And all I can feel is tired Or how I'm told I'm the happiest person alive and when I'm drunk on life’s high that’s true But in solitude I'm no stranger to with crying The happiness hangover is nothing new I’ll obsess about when the future arrives, anxiously preparing for his visit to me that when he asks to look at my memory books there will be nothing for him to see Time’s sands seem abundant in my hands Leaving with more than i know what to do with Somehow all the same its grains are disappearing Cascading out from between my fingertips The most important paradox though, Is the one that I will always grip tight, Even when the world is crashing down Everything will be alright
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Life's Little Paradoxes
Life is balanced in every way Each aspect makes sense and aligns, Yet some anomalies slip into life, Manifesting themselves into mine Like how my emotions can become a roaring blaze, Every thought becoming tinder for the fire Yet some days my mind is a perpetual flatline And all I can feel is tired Or how I'm told I'm the happiest person alive and when I'm drunk on life’s high that’s true But in solitude I'm no stranger to with crying The happiness hangover is nothing new I’ll obsess about when the future arrives, anxiously preparing for his visit to me that when he asks to look at my memory books there will be nothing for him to see Time’s sands seem abundant in my hands Leaving with more than i know what to do with Somehow all the same its grains are disappearing Cascading out from between my fingertips The most important paradox though, Is the one that I will always grip tight, Even when the world is crashing down Everything will be alright
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
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