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Sep 2014
You're starting now.

Actually, it's not a start or a stop,
it's a continuous progression.
against the continuously aging body you've been granted,

they say death isn't the end,
so, learn, my child, learn and grow,

figure your **** out, and apply what you know,

speak from the heart,
only be an upstart,
when you know that the flows got to go,

figure out what's important,
and how to keep going,

retain those you know are worth it,
discard those that do you only damage,

it is time, my love,
it's time to go,
you've been working so hard for this,
it shows,

you're worn and ragged,
weathered and torn,

by this point in time,
by life, you feel scorned

Everything you do now goes back into the universe,

Explore the concepts,
connect the dots,

Develop the ideas,
before your brain rots,

Each body you're given,
the collection of souls,

Keep perpetuating ideals,
only deity knows,

We're moving towards something huge,
dividing,
winding,
and expectantly wooed,

by the need to feel special,
that white picket fence,

Everyone is hungry for something they miss,
Find it,
don't get it,
keep yourself chasing,

Everyone knows horses are great for racing,

What's your carrot? What's your sign?

How can I capture, enrapture your mind?
Written by
MissNeona
303
   Emily Tyler and SPT
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