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individual thought, forced in evenly spaced rows. told everyday where i'm supposed to want to go. so now happiness comes from society's rules? in this game of life, you don't control your pieces, you don't control your moves. eventually life becomes routine, you find yourself living far from your dream. so now you wonder, did my happiness come while i followed society's rules? is this game still on? no long knowing which pieces have moved. step out from my row, away from my column. they say i'm on the wrong track, i say why each on a track? my road is winding. i cannot see behind the turns. opposite from your track, my road does not tell me where it wants me to go. so then happiness came in the form of a thought. moving my pieces off of the game, away from the track, into unknown.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:38 PM UTC
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individual thought, forced in evenly spaced rows. told everyday where i'm supposed to want to go. so now happiness comes from society's rules? in this game of life, you don't control your pieces, you don't control your moves. eventually life becomes routine, you find yourself living far from your dream. so now you wonder, did my happiness come while i followed society's rules? is this game still on? no long knowing which pieces have moved. step out from my row, away from my column. they say i'm on the wrong track, i say why each on a track? my road is winding. i cannot see behind the turns. opposite from your track, my road does not tell me where it wants me to go. so then happiness came in the form of a thought. moving my pieces off of the game, away from the track, into unknown.
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alice-campbell
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:38 PM UTC
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