Finally, we all settled down.
And things make sense only now.
(May God **** me if I ever settle down
the way they do!)
Jobs and kids
We've got lives, at least
There's nothing I'd rather wish!
Miraculous, and so ****** it is
We became "adults" - but some of us
are caged still like kids
like birds
who sing
Finally, we got a path
We sowed what we reaped,
but life hasn't been a ***** - to us
We all got over those ugly years
Where you sold yourself and I drowned in fears
If we meet, what will be of me?
If you look at me,
you will see a freak,
(in all senses of it)
It's no surprise - we got only who we are
I'd **** to know what's on your minds
On the sad place, where our dreams got crushed
I see it floating like debris on the water
Did we really got over? Are we still indebted to the past?
Was it true what we did then - was it a mistake we should pass?
Like an old skin that, oh, snakes shed
Are we the same snake at all? I am, and I am not
This mystery of the self
Finally, we grew up
Who are we? Was it a tryout?
An existential tryout for us
Finally, we are out.
I do not wish to be back.
But I can't help to look back
And I have a weird feeling in my heart,
when I see who we are now,
this was a winning hand!
that things only get better
if you learn to wait in time
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Finally, we all settled down.
And things make sense only now.
(May God **** me if I ever settle down
the way they do!)
Jobs and kids
We've got lives, at least
There's nothing I'd rather wish!
Miraculous, and so ****** it is
We became "adults" - but some of us
are caged still like kids
like birds
who sing
Finally, we got a path
We sowed what we reaped,
but life hasn't been a ***** - to us
We all got over those ugly years
Where you sold yourself and I drowned in fears
If we meet, what will be of me?
If you look at me,
you will see a freak,
(in all senses of it)
It's no surprise - we got only who we are
I'd **** to know what's on your minds
On the sad place, where our dreams got crushed
I see it floating like debris on the water
Did we really got over? Are we still indebted to the past?
Was it true what we did then - was it a mistake we should pass?
Like an old skin that, oh, snakes shed
Are we the same snake at all? I am, and I am not
This mystery of the self
Finally, we grew up
Who are we? Was it a tryout?
An existential tryout for us
Finally, we are out.
I do not wish to be back.
But I can't help to look back
And I have a weird feeling in my heart,
when I see who we are now,
this was a winning hand!
that things only get better
if you learn to wait in time
Poem on meeting my high school fellow students.
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