Sometimes, I fear that the passing of time
will be the ruin of all that makes up of me.
I hope not to be the consequence of
destruction by distraction-
fading away within the fleeting of life.
Sometimes, I fear my
responsibilities becoming like a weapon
for involuntary manslaughter.
I do not want each day to erode my soul to dust.
All of what I am
becoming the ground beneath
conformity.
I do not want hazy eyes in a dazed filled life,
each step I take almost simultaneously.
I do not wish the world to warp
my individuality.
I want to devote to my own
ideal of integrality.
And remember all of the
persistent passions
that have coursed relentlessly
through my veins,
morphing all that's evolved to me.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Sometimes, I fear that the passing of time
will be the ruin of all that makes up of me.
I hope not to be the consequence of
destruction by distraction-
fading away within the fleeting of life.
Sometimes, I fear my
responsibilities becoming like a weapon
for involuntary manslaughter.
I do not want each day to erode my soul to dust.
All of what I am
becoming the ground beneath
conformity.
I do not want hazy eyes in a dazed filled life,
each step I take almost simultaneously.
I do not wish the world to warp
my individuality.
I want to devote to my own
ideal of integrality.
And remember all of the
persistent passions
that have coursed relentlessly
through my veins,
morphing all that's evolved to me.
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