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...and so time continues to gobble itself up; the only dog to ever catch it's own tail. I'm wishing to stop and willing to last. All the while, a hypocrite shrouded by my own inability to escape self doubt. I cling to the moment before decision, audaciously battling consternation I bid time to speed past. caught in petulant impatience, I question... shall I forfeit myself to hell? or shall I wedge myself in the gap of days past, and days I cannot cease from escaping my grasp. I linger a moment longer on a thought I often ponder... What's the point in living fast? I'd rather lay in the grass and finish last. C.e.M. 12.23.14
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Tortoise Mentality
...and so time continues to gobble itself up; the only dog to ever catch it's own tail. I'm wishing to stop and willing to last. All the while, a hypocrite shrouded by my own inability to escape self doubt. I cling to the moment before decision, audaciously battling consternation I bid time to speed past. caught in petulant impatience, I question... shall I forfeit myself to hell? or shall I wedge myself in the gap of days past, and days I cannot cease from escaping my grasp. I linger a moment longer on a thought I often ponder... What's the point in living fast? I'd rather lay in the grass and finish last. C.e.M. 12.23.14
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
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