I would sacrifice the infinite vastness of space,
For an infinite amount of time instead.
What good is going somewhere
If you know you'll arrive dead.
But what is really living,
"It's the journey" and taking that risk.
Should we spend all of time standing still and content?
Or miserable on an endless journey to possible happiness?
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
I would sacrifice the infinite vastness of space,
For an infinite amount of time instead.
What good is going somewhere
If you know you'll arrive dead.
But what is really living,
"It's the journey" and taking that risk.
Should we spend all of time standing still and content?
Or miserable on an endless journey to possible happiness?
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