Universe has no taste.
With haste,
All runners run the same race,
Winners reaching their last breath finish line.
Could be chance or accident,
Either way I'm happy with it.
So much worrying and anticipation,
Just lifts to dissipate,
On such a long awaited day.
Should it be taken seriously?
I hear fickle people go both ways
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
Universe has no taste.
With haste,
All runners run the same race,
Winners reaching their last breath finish line.
Could be chance or accident,
Either way I'm happy with it.
So much worrying and anticipation,
Just lifts to dissipate,
On such a long awaited day.
Should it be taken seriously?
I hear fickle people go both ways
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