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What if you fell on fast forward...would you rewind?
Stop or pause and access what's going on?
Or would you watch like a Dr. Who marathon?
You have the chance to see where you will end up
or see where you don't
No consequences, just actions
One you've seen the butcher, the chopping block
There is no looking back, you must accept
You've seen too much yet know so little
You'd forget it even happened before you know it
It's time
Would you rewind before knowing your end and time?
Don’t you wish this feeling could last forever? You know, that feeling you get when things are going good, smooth sailing not a wave in the water to rock the boat. That smile that you want to just hide but you can’t? The feeling of accomplishment because today was just so fantastic you want the feeling to last a lifetime. It’s the feeling. What we strive for from beginning to end it’s all we ever wanted. But why do we encounter it less as we grow older? Do we grow out of feelings like we do our own clothes? One day we are at the peak of Everest the next it’s like we are looking for Atlantis. Sometimes it’s just nowhere to be found, other times it’s hidden in plain sight. We trade what we know and what we have to get a little taste of it. Whether temporary or impermanent we stop at nothing. Forever fades and loses its meaning physically and creates a whole new one for itself because of we; the people. Like a tv show on our favorite network it’s there only for so long then made into copies to be preserved in time, so why can’t we do that? Capture what little happiness we can obtain in a jar and save it for a rainy day? It would be too easy, everyone would do it, might even try to steal each other’s. Is our world sick now? Will we ever find a remedy for this ailment we create ourselves because of addictions and niches? How far will we go to be better than everyone at something that virtually has no meaning? What’s going to happen if we can’t be the best at our little something, ****? Nothing seems to add up anymore and I’m sick of it, I hate math. Unless we divide and conquer I think I’m outta here. World peace can never happen until we are all at peace within our own society.
More of a point of view with some play on words I guess.
Like the rain drops when it comes to climbing the ladder
where my happiness awaits I keep on
Falling down, fallin' down

I look at you and reject myself, but for what?
The fact that I'm so easily attracted
and don't even know your name

What makes me turn my head at the first sign of beauty...
Nothing like being rejected by those you deem Gorgeous
Like the rain drops in the sky my self confidence keeps on
Falling down, fallin' down

Mind set on perfection and not completion
Ones heart wants to spread itself thin
Like a puzzle we yearn for the other pieces to our heart

I feel less than interesting, palms sweaty, and irrelevant
To any who have caught my eye
The suppression of my feelings continue
How am I suppose to get up when I keep
Falling down, fallin' down?
In the light is when your existence came into my 3rd dimension
A starlight gleaming through a prism of perfect
Blinded by my own fear of all that is beautiful
Not the way you do you hair
Or the way you walk
It's the way you are and how you talk
Conversations moving like the hands on a clock
I lose track of myself
All because
I....
You're attention span I could measure using my arms
But I'd rather use them to keep you from running
Into the arms of another

You love me when I'm gone
But when I'm near it turns to a game
One I've never been good at but still play

When my efforts lessen, you seem to notice
You want to be a part of the distance
But never the circumference, that is me

A game of tag, after 10 minutes
the more I try
the more you want nothing to do with it

Inevitably, *me
My love can't be bought, it's priceless
Like the love we think we all deserve
Our happiness seems more like our attention span
Abruptly sidetracked by the power of instant satisfaction
Has any of our new generation experienced love without technology as an aid?
Do we lose hope more easily than conjure some up?
Let me ask you if time was a commodity, would you spend it with me?
Do you see yourself in a picture with me?
Picture perfect, happy as can be...
No shred of sadness, yet always in dismay
Like a bright star in the sky, the apple of our eyes
Having what others yearn to one day grasp
But first, can we take a picture?
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